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LOVE'S MEINIE
THERE is no summer ere the swallows come,
Nor Love appears,
Till Hope, Love's light-winged herald, lifts the gloom
Of years.
Nor Love appears,
Till Hope, Love's light-winged herald, lifts the gloom
Of years.
There is no summer left when swallows fly,
And Love at last,
When hopes which filled its heaven droop & die,
Is past.
And Love at last,
When hopes which filled its heaven droop & die,
Is past.
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