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Adieu L'AMOUR.

Here end my Chains, and Thraldom cease,
If not in Joy, I'll live at least in Peace:
Since for the Pleasures of an Hour,
We must endure an Age of Pain,
I'll be this abject thing no more,
Love, give me back my Heart again.
Despair tormented first my Breast,
Now Falshood, a more cruel Guest:
O! for the Peace of Humankind.
Make Women longer true, or sooner kind;
With Justice, or with Mercy reign,
O Love! or give me back my Heart again.