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And never may your ear
Aught harsher hear or fear,
  Nor wolfish night
Nor dog-toothed winter snarling
Behind your steps, my darling
   My delight!

For all the gifts you give
Me, dear, each day you live,
  Of thanks above
All thanks that could be spoken
Take not my song in token,
   Take my love.

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