But great loves, to the last, have pulses red;
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Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame;
Each to his passion; what's in a name?
When love is at its best, one loves
So much that he cannot forget.
The voice of one who goes before to make
The paths of June more beautiful, is thine
Sweet May!
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Love seldom haunts the breast where learning lies,
And Venus sets ere Mercury can rise.
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