There are two births; the one when light
    First strikes the new awakened sense;
The other when two souls unite,
    And we must count our life from thence:
When you loved me and I loved you
    Then both of us were born anew.

Love then to us new souls did give
    And in those souls did plant new powers;
Since when another life we live,
    The breath we breathe is his, not ours:
Love makes those young whom age doth chill,
    And whom he finds young keeps young still.

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