There is a Sully* thing, called, ‘love’
Among ordinary men,
That bears there, oft, much talking of
Though the ‘how’ is beyond our ken!
Love is the Glue that keeps atoms from flying off together,
And ordinary people know, but don’t know how to tell you
That something magical’s at work, some Godly kind of Weather;
‘O! Love, if you were...
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