DEAR YES.
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Dear 4! Yes, though mine no more,


Fen this but makes thee dearer;
And love, sace hope is DER,


But draws thee nearer.
Change as thou wilt to me,
The same thy charm must be;
New loves may come 10 weave


Their witchery er thee,
Yet still, though false, believe


Tha, adore thee, yes, still adore thee.
Think'st thou that aught but death could end
A tie not falsehood's self can rend?
No, when alone, far off die,


No more 10 see, no more caress thee,
Fen thee, my life's las, sigh


Shall be TO bless thee, yes, still to bless thee.