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This I swear to you, my comrades,
By the holy saints above,
By the holy God in heaven,
You shall suffer if you love.
Yet again, I swear, my comrades.
You shall never taste of bliss,
You shall never know life's sweetness
If the cup of love you miss.
And, once more, I swear, my comrades,
Love is but a zephyr breath;
It is but a fragrance floating
On the wings of death.
And, at last, I swear, my comrades,
That you cannot pass love by;
That you live alone by loving,
And that love can never die.
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