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 1156. When he hath the hardness to say to my very face, I shall depart, I give up all hope of his ever coming back to save me.

1157. Would not my close-fitting bracelets themselves that have slipped from my wrists raise the bruit of the parting of my lord ?

1158. Bitter is life in a place where there are no bosom friends : but bitterer far is separation from the beloved one.

1159. Hath fire, which burneth only when it is touched the power, like love, to burn when it is far away ?

1160. Many there are, are there not, who live through the pangs of leave-taking and of separation, and survive till the return of the beloved!

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