Love Thee, Dearest? Love Thee? Yes, By Yonder Star I Swear, Which Thro' Tears Above Thee Shines So Sadly Fair; Tho' Often Dim, With Tears, Like Him, Like Him My Truth Will Shine, And--Love Thee, Dearest? Love Thee? Yes, Till Death I'm Thine. Leave Thee, Dearest? Leave Thee? No, That Star Is Not More True; When My Vows Deceive Thee, He Will Wander Too. A Cloud Of Night May Veil His Light, And Death Shall Darken Mine-- But--Leave Thee, Dearest? Leave Thee? No, Till Death I'm Thine.
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