He loved me, more than time could tell.
He loved me not, when darkness fell.
He loved me, when the spring was new.
He loved me not, when the winds of winter blew.
He loved me, when we touched the sky.
He loved me less, as time flew by.
He loved me, as the morning dew.
He loved me not, as I faded from view.
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