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Ah! canst thou forget?
Ah! canst thou forget the hour when we met
At the oak where the four lanes meet?
And madly I prest thy form to my breast,
And my heart 'gainst thy heart did beat?
At the oak where the four lanes meet?
And madly I prest thy form to my breast,
And my heart 'gainst thy heart did beat?
The moon hid her light in sorrow that night,
While the owl in his grimmest mood
Cried “Whoo!” as I quaft in rapture a draught
That a fiend for the nonce had brewed!
While the owl in his grimmest mood
Cried “Whoo!” as I quaft in rapture a draught
That a fiend for the nonce had brewed!
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