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, yesterday was dark and drear,
 * My heart was deadly sore;

Without thy love it seemed, my Dear,
 * That I could live no more.

And yet I laugh and sing to-day;
 * Care or care not for me,

Thou canst not take the love away
 * With which I worship thee.

And if to-morrow, Dear, I live,
 * My heart I shall not break:

For still I hold it that to give
 * Is sweeter than to take.