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THE LOVELY SONG.
Oh! sing that lovely song once more,
'Twill make me all I was before;
'Twill raise my drooping heart and cheer—
Sing me again that song so dear.
'Twill make me all I was before;
'Twill raise my drooping heart and cheer—
Sing me again that song so dear.
Oh! do I hear indeed again
That long forgotten sweet old strain?
That once my youthful ear could charm,
That once my youthful heart could warm.
That long forgotten sweet old strain?
That once my youthful ear could charm,
That once my youthful heart could warm.
Those lovely notes, these sweet, sweet words,
How do they thrill fond Memory's chords,
Till seem those tones too strangely sad,
That were—that are so wild and glad!
How do they thrill fond Memory's chords,
Till seem those tones too strangely sad,
That were—that are so wild and glad!
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