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Go quickly — for I would not cling to you
   With any desperate ultimate arrest,
And it were hard, if you but raised your hand
   Not to lose all my pride upon your breast.
Then, even now, the sea might drown the sand.
   Go quickly, oh my friend — adieu! adieu!