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Why do eyes that were tender, / Averted, turn away? / Why has our dear love's splendour / All faded into gray? / Why is it that lips glow not / That late were all aglow? / I know not, dear, I know not, / I only know 'tis so.
Why do you no more tremble / Now when I kiss your cheek? / Why do we both dissemble / The thoughts we used to speak? / Why is it that words flow not / That used to fondly flow? / I know not, dear, I know not, / I only know 'tis so.
Have we outlived the passion / That late lit earth and sky? / And is this but the fashion / A fond love takes to die? / Is it, that we shall know not / Again love's rapture glow? / I trust not, sweet, I trust not -- / And yet it may be so.