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lost my Love, in sooth, For that my care is light; What small despite I feel Will soon have vanished quite. For mourning I will wear A suit of satin fine, My only tears shall be Of wine.

What have I done, my Love, That thus displeases thee? Have I not loved thee, Dear, As thou had'st right to be? I've loved thee; love thee now; I'll love thee, Dear, for aye. For thee my heart shall beat Alway.