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Schaff mich nicht ab, wenn auch den Durst

Don't send me off, now that your thirst
Is quenched, and all seems stale to you;
Keep me a short three months or more,
Then I'll be sated too.

If now you will not be my love
Then try to be my friend;
Friendship is something that may come
When Love comes to an end.
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