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19.
[Wind sink to rest in the heather]
Wind sink to rest in the heather
Thy wild voice suits not me
I would have dreary weather
But all devoid of thee
Thy wild voice suits not me
I would have dreary weather
But all devoid of thee
Sun set from that evening heaven
Thy glad smile wins not mine
If light at all is given
O give me Cynthia's shine
Thy glad smile wins not mine
If light at all is given
O give me Cynthia's shine
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