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Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world,
which seems
To lie before us like a land of
dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love
nor light.
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help
for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling
plain
Swept with confused alarms of
struggle and fight,
Where ignorant armies clash by
night.

Matthew Arnold

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