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IN my heart the old love / Struggled with the new; / It was ghostly waking / All night thru.
Dear things, kind things, / That my old love said, / Ranged themselves reproachfully / Round my bed.
But I could not heed them, / For I seemed to see / The eyes of my new love / Fixed on me.
Old love, old love, / How can I be true? / Shall I be faithless to myself / Or to you?