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I see your tears refuse to fall your nature is endurance. Has love, then, neither rule for you, nor any power or command? Indeed, I yearn; within my heart a burning anguish lies yet one such as I am would never let his hidden secret rise. When night has worn me thin, I stretch my hand toward love’s embrace, and humble tears once proud by nature come streaming down my face. The fire within my breast would almost cast the dark aglow, whenever longing and remembrance stir its flames to grow. You soothe me with the hope of union yet death stands in the way.