From raging storms of kindred tears
To summers love in whispered ears
Of strangers

Their eyes will meet the scene is set
These rival foes at dissidence
Are unaware

Fair rose I'm told lay not before
This house of thorn in ageing war
It's open

Forlorn; foreseen as woken dream
Becloud belief
Despondency of happiness

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