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They say my love for you will die....
The day your beauty fades....
And I will someday cast my eye....
Upon some greener blades....
The thought that beauty causes love....
Is where I disagree....
For love sees beauty even where....
The beauty may not be....
And beauty touches not the heart....
‘Tis just the eye doth please....
So, beauty causes not the love....
But love the beauty sees....
Don’t wait for me to cast my eye....
Upon that greener plain....
Until my love for you shall die....
Your beauty shall remain....
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