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Friendship (3)

Tell me, sincerely, though too proud to grieve
Or murmur at thy destinies unkind,
Dost thou not feel at least the chains that bind
Thy spirit down to toils it must not leave?
-- Edmund Cartwright. Chained.

Thou knowest well, that thou art all I have;
Oh, do not turn thy lovely eyes from me,
When of the joys of love I speak to thee;
For thou art all I have.
-- Johann Georg Fischer. My Only One.

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