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It was the stolen glance,
when I first greeted your grace by chance.
Your
undulating loving tenderness,
gently stirred my heart into restlessness.
I
was in love, and was hurt.
My heart, long enclosed in dirt,
was again pounding hard as in youthful days.
Without
grievance or contrition,
I had been devoid of affection,
till I fell captive in your melting eyes.
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