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Don't harrow my soul, it's deepest part

So wrongfully, with sagebrush-bitter doubt,

Don't it let be occasionally cut,

This tenuous thread, by which our hearts are bound.

Don't tear the ties that join us,

For their living tissue's very fragile,

For we shall not restore them at once

By growing them, so real, so agile.

In our hearts. Let envy, that old witch

Cast her aspersions, splattering the poison:

No one but madman trust the rumors, which

Are spread around. Only love is worthy

Of all your trust. Leave jealousy behind

With our love it cannot be combined!