Well you know how much you grieve me;
Cruel charmer, can you go!
Cruel charmer, can you go!
By my love so ill-requited,
By the faith you fondly plighted,
By the pangs of lovers slighted,
Do not, do not liave me so!
Do not, do not leave me so!
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