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Oh, under my breast I can feel it still
My foolish heart that is throbbing yet—
Whilst his horse's hoofs from the distant hill
Seem to echo the words “Forget! forget!
My foolish heart that is throbbing yet—
Whilst his horse's hoofs from the distant hill
Seem to echo the words “Forget! forget!
“Forget,—for ‘I lov'd but I ride away’
“So rise and forget me and dry your tears,
“For the words that I whisper'd were easy to say,
“And the love must be strong that will weather the years!”
“So rise and forget me and dry your tears,
“For the words that I whisper'd were easy to say,
“And the love must be strong that will weather the years!”
Forget? ah, forget me my fair false love—
Forget me, the courser that speeds on the wind,
Forget all the fancies my poor heart 'wove—
The dreams and the hopes that you leave behind!
Forget me, the courser that speeds on the wind,
Forget all the fancies my poor heart 'wove—
The dreams and the hopes that you leave behind!
But you, my love, I can never forget,
And so be you false, or so be you true,
The seal of your kiss on my soul is set
And this heart that is beating is beating for you!
And so be you false, or so be you true,
The seal of your kiss on my soul is set
And this heart that is beating is beating for you!
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