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I.

The happiest mortals once were we,
I lov'd Mira, Mira me;
Each desirous of the blessing,
Nothing wanting but possessing.
I lov'd Mira, Mira me;
The happiest mortals once were we.

II.

But since cruel Fates dissever,
Torn from love, and torn for ever,
Tortures end me,
Death befriend me:
Of all pains the greatest pain
Is to love, and love in vain.
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