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    The speaker sees the eyes of a fair stranger that remind them of their love who is far away. They struggle with the curse of life where daily trivial matters fill their soul and force them to forget, not because they want to but because they must. While still in the night, the speaker asks their love Marguerite to stay with them upon the barren, stormy flow of time until they can reach the light.

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    The speaker sees the eyes of a fair stranger that remind them of their love who is far away. They struggle with the curse of life where daily trivial matters fill their soul and force them to forget, not because they want to but because they must. While still in the night, the speaker asks their love Marguerite to stay with them upon the barren, stormy flow of time until they can reach the light.

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    Absence

    IN THIS fair strangers eyes of grey Thine eyes, my love, I see. I shudder: for the passing day Had borne me far from thee.

    This is the curse of life: that not A nobler calmer train Of wiser thoughts and feelings blot Our passions from our brain;

    But each day brings its petty dust Our soon-chokd souls to fill, And we forget because we must, And not because we will.

    I struggle towards the light; and ye, Once-longd-for storms of love! If with the light ye cannot be, I bear that ye remove.

    I struggle towards the light; but oh, While yet the night is chill, Upon Times barren, stormy flow, Stay with me, Marguerite, still! ~
    Matthew Arnold

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