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“Thou art,” he said, and deeply sigh'd,
“My long belov'd and tender bride;
“How deeply then this heart must grieve
“That its sole joy is doom'd to leave!
“Judge of my tortur'd bosom's pain,
“I dare not meet thee here again!”
“My long belov'd and tender bride;
“How deeply then this heart must grieve
“That its sole joy is doom'd to leave!
“Judge of my tortur'd bosom's pain,
“I dare not meet thee here again!”
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