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The room will sway a little, and a haze
Cloy eyesight -- soulsight, even -- for a space:
And tears -- yes; and the ache here in the throat,
To know that I so ill deserve the place
Her arms make for me; and the sobbing note
I stay with kisses, ere the tearful face
Again is hidden in the old embrace.
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