Behold this little Bane —
The Boon of all alive —
As common as it is unknown
The name of it is Love —
To lack of it is Woe —
To own of it is Wound —
Not elsewhere — if in Paradise
Its Tantamount be found —
Behold this little Bane —
The Boon of all alive —
As common as it is unknown
The name of it is Love —
To lack of it is Woe —
To own of it is Wound —
Not elsewhere — if in Paradise
Its Tantamount be found —
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