To forsake thy love
Shouldst I be faint
And turn my back
With all restraint
A grip that's lost
And not retained
A mournful thought
For a heart that's pained
But if I should stay
With overwhelmed emotion
Could my heart take
The pure devotion
A test of time
That could have showed
But now is lost
By the forsaken forebode.
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