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Arthur Symons - Isolation
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When your lips seek my lips they bring 
That sorrowful and outcast thing 
My heart home from its wandering. 

Then, ere your lips have loosed their hold, 
I feel my heart`s heat growing cold, 
And my heart shivers and grows cold. 

When your lips leave my lips, again 
I feel the old doubt and the old pain 
Tighten about me like a chain. 

After the pain, after the doubt, 
A lonely darkness winds about 
My soul like death, and shuts you out.
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