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And I keep on about the one I can't have We are cognate Our Past Our Present One in the same? Nothing can mask your beauty from me No flaw can conceal your radiance A brilliant jewel hiding amid plebian stones And yet, though caught, I cannot help but think of you as mine Though unwise to hope our paths converge in the future, Know, pretty lady, that these words are not Spoken In Haste.