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An action imperceptible to most

doth rend my heart when thou dost it perform;

while I am pain’d to look, I’m still engross’d –

and while my heart is broken, so it’s warm’d.

Thou knowèst not the suff’ring I’ve endured,

the fruitless struggle to forget thy face –

but I shall e’er remember, I’m assured,

so long as thou repeat’st that tiny grace.

If I cannot escape thy minute charms,

I’ll win thy love and bring thee endless bliss;

I long to hold thee tightly in my arms

and bring thee happiness with ev’ry kiss.

The love I hold for thee shall ne’er be lost

so long as thou shalt do that thing thou dost.

The Wonders, ‘That Thing You Do!’