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It has been so—so let it be— Rejoice, thou false one, in thy guile, Others, perhaps, may censure thee, I would not dim thy fickle smile.

Farewell!—In kindness I would part, As once I deemed in love we met— Farewell!—This wrong'd and bleeding heart Can thee Forgive, but not Forget!