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There were two lovers who loved each other For many years, till hate did start, And yet they never quite could smother The former love that warmed their heart ; And both did love, and both did hate, Till both fulfilled the will of fate.

Years after, and the maid did marry One that her heart had ne’er approved, Nor longer could Clerke Richard tarry Where he had lost all that he loved. To foreign lands he reckless went To nourish love—hate—discontent.

A word—-an idle word of folly, Had spilled their love when it was young,