No matter if the world should end tonight
And you be rapt away to heaven's gate,
While I remain here ever apostate
Indifferent to has proven right;
No matter if the sky should rain down blight,
And all the myriads who chose to wait
For God himself to raise them up in state
Should be born upward in my unblessed sight
And you among them, know that, anyway,
No mattwe what, I should remain in love
Though you had been translated far above,
And I left sighing for my yesterday,
Still I am yours, and I would think you mine
Despite man's intervention, and divine.
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