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  • Yes!--still I love thee: Time, who sets
    His signet on my brow,
    And dims my sunken eye, forgets,
    The heart he could not bow;--
    Where love, that cannot perish, grows
    For one, Alas! that little knows
    How love may sometimes last;
    Like sunshine wasting in the skies
    When clouds are overcast.

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