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The
fountains mingle with the river, and the rivers with the ocean; The winds
of heaven mix forever, with the sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is
single; all things by a law divine in one another's being mingle.
Why not I with thing?
All love is
sweet. Given or returned. Common as light is love.
And its familiar voice wearies not ever. They who inspire it
most are fortunate, As I am now but those who feel it most are
happier still
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