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Since I have loved you Every man I pass Goes by me with some hint of you: Some windy grace Of your swift movement through the crowd; Some similarity of up-flung brow That lifts me with the thrill of mountains; Some glance of eyes, like yours, That whisper phraseless things… Since I have loved you Every man I pass Goes by me with some hint of you… Since I have loved you Are you all men? And has love made All men You?