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You tell me, ''Beauty is truth, truth beauty''
That is good.
But yet I think the other way,
And yet I dare ask you, once,
Have you ever tasted of love, and yet you say me,
So what of that? Alas! You could know where from,
Truth generates and beauty born. It is love,
The pure love,
that gives you truth of life,
And also of death. That tells
you how, The human heart, visions heaven's beautiful
And
shining face. Moments that would never lost,
Raptures that
will bring for you, Thoughtful fancies, flowery dreams,
And
the unforgettable beautiful scenes,
That are enjoyed by pure
soul, That are seen by inward eye,
Where Beauty and its
sister Truth, Sit under the shady tree of Love and chat,
Like children in their mother's lap,
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