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 We met as strangers, and as such we part;
 * Yet all my life seems leaving me with thine;

Ah, to be clasped once only heart to heart,
 * If only once to feel that thou wert mine!

These lips are locked, and yet I know thou art
 * That all in all for which my soul did pine.