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a Our only hate could be our one true love
b Not less known is one than the other.
b Love so strong over hate it will cover
a Like rain over the earth, a gentle sheet.
a Not much farther our lives is to death
b Hate more than a hand to push us farther
b Night’s black cover or a hint of death’s breath
a By lover’s deathbed “Slain me, woodcarver!”
c A place unknown, not rarely spoken of.
d A symbol of love too dark to be known
e As their hearts combine with one of passion.
c Two lovers ban their hate and give their love
d In their eyes true love was finally shown
e Knowing right and wrong in their own fashion.