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With all my soul, then, let us part, Since both are anxious to be free; And I will sand you home your heart, If you will send mine back to me. We've had some happy hours together, But joy must often change its wing; And spring would be but gloomy weather, If we had nothing else but spring. 'Tis not that I expect to find A more devoted, fond and true one, With rosier cheek or sweeter mind— Enough for me that she's a new one. Thus let us leave the bower of love, Where we have loitered long in bliss; And you may down that pathway rove, While I shall take my way through this.