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I love her only, I love her still;
In time?—from cold wind winters, to simmering summer on Round till when the sweet smell of daffodils Springtime yields I love her only, I love her still. When love runs its course, its tidal force submersing whole, my will; Now when her love for me has gone and she has left, only for me to be alone I love her only, I love her still; In time, from the simmering summers to cold wind winters on.
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