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Than that I th found ckgyour ake
That high passion whichoverbear
Rece for pure lovgkdnesssake
Grieved I, when, as the hope-hour stroked its su,
You did not e.
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And love alonelend you loyalty—
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Of huan deeds diveall but na,
Was it not worth a little hour or ore
To add yet this: Once you, a woan, ca
To soothe a ti-torn an; even though it be You love not .