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[I never fancied I could lose]
I never fancied I could lose
Till knowing I had lost her.
Her own clear eye convey'd the news,
And that is no impostor.
It spoke to one, it spoke to two;
Made him a king, left me to rue.
Till knowing I had lost her.
Her own clear eye convey'd the news,
And that is no impostor.
It spoke to one, it spoke to two;
Made him a king, left me to rue.
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Tho' true love be far from common,
Many men and every woman
Can feel something fit to claim,
Decently, affection's name;
Will and Must and Has-Been, blent,
Keep them, in a sort, content.
Many men and every woman
Can feel something fit to claim,
Decently, affection's name;
Will and Must and Has-Been, blent,
Keep them, in a sort, content.
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