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Wouldst thou be mine, my love
And never more to part?
The sky doth change from day to day
And clouds do mar the sun:
Our love will overcome all this
And will not change with years
But grow, my love, and then become
The sweet perfection of desires,
That we could ever wish, or want,
Or ever dream, or realise.
Wouldst thou be mine my love
And never more to part?
Our love can grow and wax with time
And I will give my heart.