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THY LIPS HAVE NEVER BREATH'D TO ME.
III.
And this should Love's own language be,
 To all save Love unknown;
The thoughts that words are weak to paint
 Should only thus be shown.
Thy feelings, which I read so well,
 Require nor voice nor token;
The love that is unspeakable
 Must still remain unspoken.

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