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Never any more, / While I live, / Need I hope to see his face / As before. / Once his love grown chill, / Mine may strive: / Bitterly we re-embrace, / Single still.
Was it something said, / Something done, / Vexed him? Was it touch of hand, / Turn of head? / Strange! that very way / Love begun: / I as little understand / Love's decay.