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It does not matter very much to me / Through what strange ways my pathway now may lead; / Since I know that it runs away from thee, / I give it little heed.
It does not matter if in calm or strife, / There ebb or flow for me the future's tide. / I had but one great longing in my life, / And that has been denied.
It does not matter if I stand or fall, / Or walk with kings, or with the rank and file; / Life's loftiest aims and best ambitions all / Were centred in thy smile.
It does not matter what the world may say: / I feel no interest in its blame or praise. / I only know we dwell apart to-day, / And shall through endless days.
It does not matter. For my restless heart / Is numb to sorrow, or to pleasure's touch. / Since it must be that we two drift apart, / Why, nothing matters much.