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The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We have really no absent read more
The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We have really no absent friends.
Is not absence death to those who love?
Is not absence death to those who love?
Condemned whole years in absence to deplore,
And image charms he must behold no more.
Condemned whole years in absence to deplore,
And image charms he must behold no more.
No friend to Love like a long voyage at sea.
No friend to Love like a long voyage at sea.
Absence, that common cure of love.
Absence, that common cure of love.
In the hope to meet
Shortly again, and make our absence sweet.
In the hope to meet
Shortly again, and make our absence sweet.
I dote on his very absence.
I dote on his very absence.
What shall I do with all the days and hours
That must be counted ere I see thy face?
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What shall I do with all the days and hours
That must be counted ere I see thy face?
How shall I charm the interval that lowers
Between this time and that sweet time of grace?
The absent are never without fault, nor the present without excuse.
The absent are never without fault, nor the present without excuse.
