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[When last we quarrell'd, Love, I swore]
When last we quarrell'd, Love, I swore,
I would not for a year behold thee;
But, ah! a day had scarce pass'd o'er,
Ere once more did my arms enfold thee.
I would not for a year behold thee;
But, ah! a day had scarce pass'd o'er,
Ere once more did my arms enfold thee.
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Yet charge me not with perjury,
My oath religiously I kept, love!
That day was a whole year to me,
So lingeringly the moments crept, love!
My oath religiously I kept, love!
That day was a whole year to me,
So lingeringly the moments crept, love!
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