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George Gordon Byron - From The Portuguese, `Tu Mi Chamas`
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In moments to delight devoted,
  `My life!` with tenderest tone you cry;
Dear words! on which my heart had doted,
  If youth could neither fade nor die.
 
To death even hours like these must roll,
  Ah! then repeat those accents never;
Or change `my life!` into `my soul!`
  Which, like my love, exists for ever.
 
       ANOTHER VERSION
 
You call me still your life.--Oh! change the word--
  Life is as transient as the inconstant sigh:
Say rather I`m your soul; more just that name,
For, like the soul, my love can never die.
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