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The New Love
IF it shine or if it rain,
Little will I care or know.
Days, like drops upon a pane,
Slip, and join, and go.
Little will I care or know.
Days, like drops upon a pane,
Slip, and join, and go.
At my door’s another lad;
Here’s his flower in my hair.
If he see me pale and sad,
Will he see me fair?
Here’s his flower in my hair.
If he see me pale and sad,
Will he see me fair?
I sit looking at the floor.
Little will I think or say
If he seek another door;
Even if he stay.
Little will I think or say
If he seek another door;
Even if he stay.
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