The Self-Banished

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It’s not that I love you less

Than when with you I lay;

But to prevent the sad increase

Of hopeless love, I keep away,

In vain-for everything,

Once touched by you,

Your form does to my fancy bring,

And then my wounds do bleed anew.

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