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“Hoard no more hope! believe me!”
—“Thou wouldst not make me poor!”—
“Wouldst lead me to deceive me?
As many a maid before,
To win me then to leave me?—
Say no more, sir, say no more!”
—“Thou wouldst not make me poor!”—
“Wouldst lead me to deceive me?
As many a maid before,
To win me then to leave me?—
Say no more, sir, say no more!”
“Love trusts! sweet faith! thereof, my lass,
Trust wins to trust above, my lass—
Love's older than our love, my lass,
Not wiser than of yore.”
Trust wins to trust above, my lass—
Love's older than our love, my lass,
Not wiser than of yore.”
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