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THE INCONSTANT'S APOLOGY.

Love, I've lov'd you passing well,Loved you long, and loved sincerely;How I loved, no tongue can tell,'Twas so truly, 'twas so dearly;But my fond delirium o'er,Love, adieu;—We'll love no more.
When I owned your Beauty's sway,All my vows were gospel-true, Love;That I'm changed, no doubt, you'll say;Ah! believe me, so are you, Love.Bloom departing, youth removed,You 're no more the love I loved!
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