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This heart that flutters near my heart My hope and all my riches is, Unhappy when we draw apart

And happy between kiss and kiss: My hope and all my riches—yes!— And all my happiness.

For there, as in some mossy nest The wrens will divers treasures keep, I laid those treasures I possessed Ere that mine eyes had learned to weep.

Shall we not be as wise as they

Though love live but a day?