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Lines by Taj Mahomed
By Laurence Hope (Adela Florence Cory Nicolson)
This passion is but an ember
Of a Sun, of a Fire, long set;
I could not live and remember,
And so I love and forget.
You say, and the tone is fretful,
That my mourning days were few,
You call me over forgetful -
My God, if you only knew!
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