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 Midst suitors who to-night adore,

And may to-morrow range,

A love that has been always yours—

A love that cannot change!

What wonder!—still they whisper praise,

And I have oft reproved;

Of love they speak with eloquence,

And I have only loved.

Sometimes, alas, I envy them,

Yet in the days to be,

You may forget them all, ma belle—

But will remember me!