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He held her near the ancient stair…

He held her near the ancient stair
Where many had seen love go bad,
A suture here, a plaster there,
A sorrowed heart turned sudden glad —

He held her close, and in regard,
She double-sent the power back;
Love yielding soft as times got hard,
Each other there for both as
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