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Rondeau. - For Our Love's Sake.

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For our Love's sake I bid thee stay,     Sweet, ere the hours flee away,     Beneath the old acacia tree     That waves its blossoms quiveringly,     And think awhile of early May:     Of how the months have fled away,     And sunrise hour turned twilight gray,     While we have suffered smilingly         For our Love's sake.     It may not be - that which we pray     For tearfully - but dare not say.     And yet if, Sweet, it may not be,     We still may suffer silently,     Watching our sunlight fade away,         For our Love's sake.

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