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Where angels tread with sandalled feet,
There would I wish to dwell;
Where cupids with their bows of yew
Cast gentle soothing spells
And bliss entraps the souls of men
Whose bodies are no more
Wherefore their love, come from within,
Is distilled true and pure.
There love of fellow man is true
Not only due to duty,
But also thanks to truer sight
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