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How beautiful that face which I
Can never kiss; always beyond
My reach, since we are parted by
The waters of this forest pond.
I love what I cannot possess
And the tears trickle from my eyes...
But look--what poignant tenderness!--
Touched by my grief, my loved one cries.
No power now can make me move
From here or lead my eyes astray;
So strongly am I drawn by love
That I shall never turn away.
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