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58 For the passion of tears and blood, how soothing and pure and good
 * Is a friendly kiss—like this!"

"O, list!" she cried, "'tis a dove; he calls for his absent love; They will sit all day and coo calm friendship, like mine for you,-
 * Dear friend, like mine for you!—"

Their hands were joined, and a thrill of desire and passionate will Brought his eyes her eyes above in a marvellous look of love,
 * And Cupid smiled and drew near.

"O sweetest!" she whispered softly. "See! the goddess is leaning over me, And smiling with eyes like yours! O Goddess! thy presence cures
 * The restful unrest of friends!"