Love's Draft

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The draft of love was cool and sweet
You gave me in the cup,
But, ah, love’s fire is keen and fleet,
And I am burning up.

Unless the tears I shed for you
Shall quench this burning flame,
It will consume me through and through,
And leave but ash—a name.

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