LOVE.

The day is drawing near, my dear,

When you and I must sever;

Yet whether near or far we are,

Our hearts will love forever,

Our hearts will love forever.

O sweet, I will be true, and you

Must never fail or falter;

I hold a love like mine divine,

And yours--it must not alter,

O, swear it will not alter.

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