Robert Burns

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love in the guise of friendship

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.

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