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THE FALLING STAR
On my heaven he flashed, as the meteor star
Out of night will flame from afar
Ah! how could I escape his spell?
Deep, deep into my heart he fell
Ochone!
Out of night will flame from afar
Ah! how could I escape his spell?
Deep, deep into my heart he fell
Ochone!
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I believed the stars that burn above
Shone less true than his eyes of love.
All their lamps beam on and on,
But, my falling star, thou art gone.
Ochone!
Shone less true than his eyes of love.
All their lamps beam on and on,
But, my falling star, thou art gone.
Ochone!
And a new love claims my fealty now,
Scant of speech and stern of brow.
Until death I own his claim,
Sorrow is my new love's name.
Ochone!
Scant of speech and stern of brow.
Until death I own his claim,
Sorrow is my new love's name.
Ochone!
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