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The way that lovers use is this;
They bow, catch hands, with never a word,
And their lips meet, and they do kiss, — So I have heard.
They queerly find some healing so,
And strange attainment in the touch;
There is a secret lovers know, — I have read as much.
And theirs no longer joy nor smart,
Changing or ending, night or day;
But mouth to mouth, and heart on heart, — So lovers say.
Rupert Brooke
Rupert Chawner Brooke (3 August 1887 – 23 April 1915) was an English poet known for his idealistic war sonnets written during the First World Wa
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