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How many times do I love thee, dear?

Tell me how many thoughts there be

In the atmosphere

Of a new fall'n year,

Whose white and sable hours appear

The latest flake of Eternity:-

So many times do I love thee, dear.

How many times do I love again?

Tell me how many beads there are

In a silver chain

Of evening rain,

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