Silvia, let us from the crowd retire, For what to you and me (Who but each other do desire) Is all that here we see? Apart we`ll live, though not alone; For who alone can call Those who in deserts live with one If in that one they`ve all? The world a vast meander is, Where hearts confusedly stray; Where few do hit, whilst thousands miss, The happy mutual way.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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