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DISTRUSTED.
The blood-waves beat, my darling, And plash with weak endeavor,And soon I know that they shall cease Their fitful play forever.
I care not, for, my darling, When hearts are slowly breakingThey crave the Lethe of the sleep That knows no dream nor waking.
Could I out-live, my darling, Your faith in me? ah! never;For when I lost your love, I lost My hold on life forever.
