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TO LAURA.
Dear Laura! when you were a flirting young miss,
And I was your dutiful swain,
Your smiles could exalt to the summit of bliss,
Your frowns could o'erwhelm me with pain:
And I was your dutiful swain,
Your smiles could exalt to the summit of bliss,
Your frowns could o'erwhelm me with pain:
You were dear to me then, love, but now you're my wife,
It is strange the fond tie should be nearer;
Yet when I am paying your debts, on my life
You seem to get dearer and dearer.
It is strange the fond tie should be nearer;
Yet when I am paying your debts, on my life
You seem to get dearer and dearer.
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