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Since sweet knowledge I posses
That she I love is mine,
All nature throbs with happiness,
And wears a face divine.
The woods seem greener than they were,
The skies are brighter blue;
The stars shine clearer, and the air
Lets finer sunlight through.
Until I loved, I was a child,
And sported on the sands;
But now the oceans opens out,
With all its happy lands.
by Charles Mackay
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