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In moments to delight devoted,‘ / My life! ' with tenderest tone you cry; / Dear words! on which my heart had doted, / If youth could neither fade nor die.
To death even hours like these must roll, / Ah! then repeat those accents never; / Or change ‘my life! ' into ‘my soul! ' / Which, like my love, exists for ever.
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You call me still your life. - / Oh! change the word - / Life is as transient as the inconstant sigh: / Say rather I'm your soul; more just that name, / For, like the soul, my love can never die.