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And were you saved,
And I condemned to be
Where you were not,
That self were hell to me.
So we must keep apart,
You there, I here,
With just the door ajar
That oceans are,
And prayer,
And that pale sustenance,
Despair!
There came a day at summer's full
Entirely for me;
I thought that such were for the saints,
Where revelations be.

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