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August 29, 2006

In The Guise Of Friendship – Robert Burns

Filed under: B — by cerene @ 7:54 pm

    Talk not of love, it gives me pain,
    For love has been my foe;
    He bound me in an iron chain,
    And plung’d me deep in woe.

    But friendship’s pure and lasting joys,
    My heart was form’d to prove;
    There, welcome win and wear the prize,
    But never talk of love.

    Your friendship much can make me blest,
    O why that bliss destroy?
    Why urge the only, one request
    You know I will deny?

    Your thought, if Love must harbour there,
    Conceal it in that thought;
    Nor cause me from my bosom tear
    The very friend I sought.
    What did you think?

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