A part forever dwelt the twain,
Save for one oft-repeated strain
Wherein what Love alone could say
They learned and lavished day by day.
Strangers in all but misery
And music's hope-sustaining tie,
They lived and loved and died apart,
But soul to soul and heart to heart.
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Well written yert enigmatic poem of ones that could be in prison, lost one ice floes, or waiting in seperate rationing lines.
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