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SANS AMOUR.
I do not doubt that I
Am worthy of all your scorn;
But yet, I know not why,
I find it hard to be borne.
Am worthy of all your scorn;
But yet, I know not why,
I find it hard to be borne.
You will not love me, my dear;
The world would be well enough,
Spite of our sorrows and fear,
Was there a little love.
The world would be well enough,
Spite of our sorrows and fear,
Was there a little love.
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