一颗为时光煎熬的心，即使你不爱我。
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And archg Ti drew on， and worenub.
Yet less for loss of your dear presehere
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.
You love not ，
And love alonelend you loyalty—
I know and k. But， unto the store
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 ahough it be
You love not .