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Heart answered to heart when we first saw each other,
I marked it plainly in voice and in eye;
And I think we should straightway have kissed if your mother,
The marplot, had not been standing by.

But hence with the morning must I be starting
To speed on my weary journey anew,
And my blue-eyed darling will watch my departing,
As I waft to her window my fond adieu.
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