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My lady, if I now bereft of you
in this life carry on and do not die, It seems to me that I offend my love, and all the joy I felt being alive. But then I must regard the other side, which is that if of my life I despair I lose whatever joy from you I'd gain, and thus of reversed feelings I'm aware. In this reversal all my faculties reside now in your absence and in strife. I don't know what to do in such a state. They come together only to wage war: and thus they battle on both night and day, for hurting me's their only common trait. Garcilaso de la Vega (1503-1536) |
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