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Would

Would that you cared,
Would that you loved;
My soul I bared,
My faith I proved;
The love I hold -
Is it in vain?
My heart grown cold?
My passion wane?
No, not to be,
For every day
Your face I see
Upon your way.
My feelings grow,
My heart could break,
Unless I know
You're mine to take.

 

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