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But that one night he said ‘Psyche, my soul,
Sad danger threatens us: thy sisters twain
Come to the mountain top, whence I thee stole,
And thou wilt hear their voices thence complain.
Answer them not: for it must end our love
If they should hear or spy thee from above.’
And Psyche said ‘Their cry shall be in vain.’
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But being again alone, she thought ’twas hard