  I love you now, and come what may, I'll always love you night and day. E'en should you grow both poor and old And so unhappy that you'd scold; My love for you would ne'er grow cold, Because I truly love you. If evil spirits come your way And tempt you from straight paths to stray, And every so-called loving friend No helping hand to you would lend, To me, dear friend, for help then send, |
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