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TO ROSA.
Fair Rosa! when on me you smiled,
And caught me in the artful trap,
All thought me then most blest, and styled
Your love—a feather in my cap.
And caught me in the artful trap,
All thought me then most blest, and styled
Your love—a feather in my cap.
And now that all those smiles so bright
Have fled before woe's stormy weather,
Alas! I find my friends were right,
Your love, indeed, was but a feather.
Have fled before woe's stormy weather,
Alas! I find my friends were right,
Your love, indeed, was but a feather.
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