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Show FALSE. I could not believe that thou wert false, Though oft they told me it was true; I struggle to forget the past, But still I love and think of you. I know it's vain to sigh and weep O'er shattered idols of the past, But love is love, no bidding knows, And I shall love thee till the last. Oh, would that I could banish from My heart the secret pain and woe; Oh, would that we had never met, Or I had never loved thee so! Farewell, we part, forever part, The brightest scenes of life have fled, The hopes that I so fondly cherished Are all withered and dead. |