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Believe*me,*if*all*those*endearing*young*charms,
***Which*I*gaze*on*so*fondly*today,
Were*to*change*by*tomorrow,*and*fleet*in*my*arms,
***Like*fairy-gifts*fading*away,
Thou*wouldst*still*be*adored,*as*this*moment*thou* art,
***Let*thy*loveliness*fade*as*it*will,
And*around*the*dear*ruin*each*wish*of*my*heart
***Would*entwine*itself*verdantly*still.
It*is*not*while*beauty*and*youth*are*thine*own,
***And*thy*cheeks*unprofaned*by*a*tear
That*the*fervor*and*faith*of*a*soul*can*be*known,
***To*which*time*will*but*make*thee*more*dear;
No,*the*heart*that*has*truly*loved*never*forgets,
***But*as*truly*loves*on*to*the*close,
As*the*sunflower*turns*on*her*god,*when*he*sets,
***The*same*look*which*she*turned*when*he*rose.
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