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Of sweet sleep lost 4658In her estrangement, 4658
She goes unaware. 4658Would she could see, 4658
If she would, this state 4658Of love and pain,
would 4658She would pity me. 4658
Within my inmost tortures, 4658
The world discerns her form.
Yet, in my unwavering gaze,
She stays and stays engraved.
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