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THE CHARM GONE.
I did not wish to see his face,
I knew it could not be,
Though not a look had altered there,
What once it was to me.
I knew it could not be,
Though not a look had altered there,
What once it was to me.
Since last we met, a fairy spell
Had been from each removed;
How strange it is that those can change
Who were so much beloved!
Had been from each removed;
How strange it is that those can change
Who were so much beloved!
It is a bitter thing to know
The heart's enchantment o'er;
But 'tis more bitter still to feel
It can be charmed no more!
The heart's enchantment o'er;
But 'tis more bitter still to feel
It can be charmed no more!
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