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When hands are joined in embrace,

And eyes are in the endless sight

Don't let our words just stir that very bright

And clear minute with their feebleness

That minute when in one heartbeat

Two hearts will burst and fade again.

So queer, it defies our trying to explain

Words are but shadows, shifting, incomplete…

When in the fire of self-immolation

One twinkle with eternity can melt,

Though our language is so vain, but let

Your voice is as a fascination:

With pain, and self-forgetfulness, and mirth

No words one hears can be more inmost!