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FAREWELL! FAREWELL!
Farewell! farewell! the breeze blows fair;
One wild embrace—one last fond kiss;
All other griefs I well may dare;
What other grief can equal this?
Yet in this bitter hour, while all
That tears can weep is mine and thine,
One thought 'mid all can joy recal;
Where'er thou go'st, thy heart is mine!
One wild embrace—one last fond kiss;
All other griefs I well may dare;
What other grief can equal this?
Yet in this bitter hour, while all
That tears can weep is mine and thine,
One thought 'mid all can joy recal;
Where'er thou go'st, thy heart is mine!
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Cling to these clinging lips again!
O life is in our mingling breath!
Thus—thus to meet defies all pain;
But, oh! to part is more than death;
Yet, even while myself I tear
From out this last dear clasp of thine,
With one fond thought I front despair;
Where'er thou go'st, thy heart is mine.
O life is in our mingling breath!
Thus—thus to meet defies all pain;
But, oh! to part is more than death;
Yet, even while myself I tear
From out this last dear clasp of thine,
With one fond thought I front despair;
Where'er thou go'st, thy heart is mine.
O God! and must I yearn to see
The gaze of those dear eyes in vain!
And must those lips no more by me,
O never more, be press'd again!
From that dark thought, I, shuddering, shrink,
O when these eyes no more meet thine,
What—what were life, could I not think,
Where'er thou go'st, thy heart is mine!
The gaze of those dear eyes in vain!
And must those lips no more by me,
O never more, be press'd again!
From that dark thought, I, shuddering, shrink,
O when these eyes no more meet thine,
What—what were life, could I not think,
Where'er thou go'st, thy heart is mine!
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