For all, for all I thank you, dear:
For secret woes of my passion's clue,
For bitterness and poison of you kisses,
For a foe's anger, my friend's chew,
For heat of soul, which was lost in desert,
For all, that I accepted wrong...
Let make me only one thing since ever -
Make me not thanking you for long...
1840
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