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Methinks I should not thus repine, If I had but one vow of thine. I could forgive inconstancy, To be one moment loved by thee! With me the hope of life is gone, The sun of joy is set; One wish my soul still dwells upon— The wish it could forget. I would forget that look, that tone, My heart hath all too dearly known. But who could ever yet efface From memory love's enduring trace? All may revolt, all may complain— But who is there may break the chain? Farewell!—I shall not be to thee More than a passing thought;