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It's not for nothing that I love you:
It's that others love my ruddy cheeks only—you love even my white hair.

It's not for nothing that I long for you:
It's that others love my smile only—you love even my tears.

It's not for nothing that I wait for you:
It's that others love only my health—you love even my death.
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