My face in thine eyes ,
Thine and mine appears,
And two plain hearts in the faces rest,
Where can we find to better hemispheres
Without sharp north , without declining west,
Whatever dies is not mix equally,
IF OUR TWO LOVES BE ONE
AND THOU AND I LOVE SO ALIKE
THEN NONE CAN SLACKEN , NONE CAN DIE.
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