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SERENADE SONG.
Beware the soft seducer;
Elude his silken snare,
And guard thy tender bosom
From anguish and despair.
Elude his silken snare,
And guard thy tender bosom
From anguish and despair.
Believe him not, young lady!
Though by the stars he swear;
The night is past! already
The stars do disappear.
Though by the stars he swear;
The night is past! already
The stars do disappear.
But there is one remaining,
The morning star alone,
Just like a maid complaining
When all her hopes are gone.
The morning star alone,
Just like a maid complaining
When all her hopes are gone.
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