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LV. TO LOVE.
Where is my heart, perfidious boy?
Give it, ah give it back again!
I ask no more for hours of joy,
Left but thy arm, and burst my chain.
Give it, ah give it back again!
I ask no more for hours of joy,
Left but thy arm, and burst my chain.
“Fond man the heart we rashly gave
She prizes not but won't restore;
She passes on from slave to slave—
Go, go; thy heart is thine no more.”
She prizes not but won't restore;
She passes on from slave to slave—
Go, go; thy heart is thine no more.”
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