Early English-Quaternion
Why oh why did our sweet love die:
Did another fancy come nigh:
to take my part?
Sad is a heart so full of care,
the 'morrow's what will be
on the sleeve,all life does wear
For all to see
So my dear,true heart's desire
is a love,as will not die:
with a heart,that burns as fire
with love's passion,ever nigh....
If..,she and I are to be we
True love for us may not be-
I see now..,'til I love her...
..as she loves me
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