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THOU DOST NOT LOVE ME.
Thou dost not love me! take away
Those arms that twine around me;
I thought thee true as tongue can say:
I think thee—what I've found thee.
Go, take to other maids thy kiss,
Nor deem of me so lowly,
That I could stoop my heart to this,
A love so false, unholy.
Those arms that twine around me;
I thought thee true as tongue can say:
I think thee—what I've found thee.
Go, take to other maids thy kiss,
Nor deem of me so lowly,
That I could stoop my heart to this,
A love so false, unholy.
I will not have thine arm so fond,
Nor hear thy tongue's deceiving!
Oh! what are words when all beyond
Is full of deepest grieving!
Take, take thy false, false kiss away,
Those eyes, those looks, that chill me;
I cannot, will not, dare not stay—
Thy falsehood else will kill me!
Nor hear thy tongue's deceiving!
Oh! what are words when all beyond
Is full of deepest grieving!
Take, take thy false, false kiss away,
Those eyes, those looks, that chill me;
I cannot, will not, dare not stay—
Thy falsehood else will kill me!
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