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Continue to ChatOh! might I kiss those eyes of fire, A million scarce would quench desire; Still would I steep my lips in bliss, And dwell an age on every kiss; Nor then my soul should sated be, Still would I kiss and cling to thee: Nought should my kiss from thine dissever, Still would we kiss and kiss for ever; E'en though the numbers did exceed The yellow harvest's countless seed; To part would be a vain endeavour: Could I desist? -ah! never-never. - Lord Byron from https://whatsmyquote.com/quote/oh-might-i-kiss-those-eyes-of-fire-a-million-scarce-would-quench-desire-still-would-i-steep-my-lips-in-bliss