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Ah, turn your pretty eyes away! / You would not have me love again? / Love's pleasure does not live a day, / Immortal is Love's pain, / And I am tired of pain.
I have loved once -- aye, once or twice; / The pleasure died, the pain lives here; / I will not look in your sweet eyes, / I will not love you, Dear, / Lest you should grow too dear.