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Fade not yet, O summer day,
For my love hath answered yea.
Keep us from the coming night,
Lest our blossom suffer blight.


Fear thou not: if love be true,
Closer will it cleave to you;
'Tis the darkened hours that prove
Faith or faithlessness in Love.

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