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The Wilted Leaf.
Wilted is the leaf, and blown
By the cold wind up and down,
That beheld thy promise fair,
Maiden with the dark-brown hair!
By the cold wind up and down,
That beheld thy promise fair,
Maiden with the dark-brown hair!
Shatter'd is this heart, and hurl'd
By its grief-storm thro' the world,
Since it won that promise rare,
Maiden with the dark-brown hair.
By its grief-storm thro' the world,
Since it won that promise rare,
Maiden with the dark-brown hair.
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