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DISAPPOINTED.
I must! well, then, good-night, love; I cannot say good-bye,Nor promise to forget you— I shall not even try.
I love you with a man's deep love, That time can never dim.While yours was but a passing thought, A transient girlish whim.
I know you did not mean it, dear, Nor think to give me pain,But life for me can never be The same bright thing again.
