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Not one? O mystery strange as life!
 To think that we who are now so dear
Were once in our dreams so far apart,
 Nor cared if the other were far or near!

But—how old am I? You must tell.
 Just as old as I seem to you!
Nor shall I a day older be
 While life remaineth and love is true!