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Farewell! O passionate world of changeful hours!
Come, Lola, let us sleep ! Elysian groves
Await us and the beatific bowers
Where Love is ours at last — as we were Love's.
Come, with our mouths still kissing, with our limbs
Still twined, relax the ecstasy ! pass by
To the abyss of night where no star swims !
On to the end beyond the prophecy !
Ah Lola mine! ” No happy end is this ” —
I love you — ah! you love me — you love me!
For we have passed beyond imagined bliss
Into the kingdom of reality,
Where we are crowned with flowers — yet closer creep!
Sleep, Lola, now! I love you — sleep — ah, sleep!
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