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They gazed upon the sunset; 't is an hour Dear unto all, but dearest to _their_ eyes, For it had made them what they were: the power Of Love had first o'erwhelmed them from such skies, When Happiness had been their only dower, And Twilight saw them linked in Passion's ties; Charmed with each other, all things charmed that brought The past still welcome as the present thought.