I'll try this set-up for DeltAlum again:
He: Though I must leave
You must believe
My lonely heart will grieve.
'Til then, I must be stern.
She: And for your sake
My lonely heart will ache and quake and break.
If you do not return,
My heart will yearn,
And burn,
So please return.
Both: Then . . .
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