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I WEEP THE HOUR.
I weep the hour when I was born,
Since thou canst find it joy to grieve me;
Yet, even if I've deserved this scorn,
Forgive me—O, forgive me!
Since thou canst find it joy to grieve me;
Yet, even if I've deserved this scorn,
Forgive me—O, forgive me!
I but desired thy faith to prove,
To try if thou'dst the heart to leave me;
I only wished to try thy love—
Forgive me—O, forgive me!
To try if thou'dst the heart to leave me;
I only wished to try thy love—
Forgive me—O, forgive me!
Let peace and rosy joy return—
Ah! spurn not thus the flowers I weave thee;
By day I weep, by night I mourn—
Forgive me—O, forgive me!
Ah! spurn not thus the flowers I weave thee;
By day I weep, by night I mourn—
Forgive me—O, forgive me!
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And must this prayer be prayed in vain?
Wilt thou not pity nor believe me?
My heart dies for that smile again—
Forgive me—O, forgive me!
Wilt thou not pity nor believe me?
My heart dies for that smile again—
Forgive me—O, forgive me!
O! of that smile's sweet rosy ray
Wilt thou for evermore bereave me?
While still, with choking sobs, I pray,
Forgive me—O, forgive me!
Wilt thou for evermore bereave me?
While still, with choking sobs, I pray,
Forgive me—O, forgive me!
If thou wert wan—if thou wert sad—
I'd give my life-blood to revive thee;
O say! my breaking heart to glad—
I do—I do forgive thee!
I'd give my life-blood to revive thee;
O say! my breaking heart to glad—
I do—I do forgive thee!
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