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FORLORN MY LOVE
Chorus
O, wert thou, love, but near me,But near, near, near me,
How kindly thou would cheer me,
And mingle sighs with mine, love!
I
Forlorn my love, no comfort near,Far, far from thee I wander here;
Far, far from thee, the fate severe,
At which I most repine, love.
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II
Around me scowls a wintry sky,Blasting each bud of hope and joy,
And shelter, shade, nor home have I
Save in these arms of thine, love.
III
Cold, alter'd friendship's cruel part,To poison Fortune's ruthless dart!
Let me not break thy faithful heart,
And say that fate is mine, love!
IV
But, dreary tho' the moments fleet,O, let me think we yet shall meet!
That only ray of solace sweet
Can on thy Chloris shine, love!
Chorus
O, wert thou, love, but near me,But near, near, near me,
How kindly thou would cheer me,
And mingle sighs with mine, love!
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