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Love
has
conducted
us
unto
one
death
;
Caina
waiteth
him
who
quenched
our
life
!
"
These
words
were
borne
along
from
them
to
us
.
As
soon
as
I
had
heard
those
souls
tormented
,
I
bowed
my
face
,
and
so
long
held
it
down
Until
the
Poet
said
to
me
:
"
What
thinkest
?
"
When
I
made
answer
,
I
began
:
"
Alas
!
How
many
pleasant
thoughts
,
how
much
desire
,
Conducted
these
unto
the
dolorous
pass
!
"
Then
unto
them
I
turned
me
,
and
I
spake
,
