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II. A LOST LOVE
I would have died to win her:
I loved her past a dream.
Ah! hand in hand we wandered
Beside the mountain-stream.
I kissed her raven tresses:
I kissed her gentle hand:
I was the proudest lover
In all the wide wide land.
I loved her past a dream.
Ah! hand in hand we wandered
Beside the mountain-stream.
I kissed her raven tresses:
I kissed her gentle hand:
I was the proudest lover
In all the wide wide land.
But ah! the rich man sought her;
He bribed her with his gold.
He changed her heart. He bought her.
Her love for me grew cold.
And now my life is over—
In vain the sun may rise;
I never loved the sunshine,
I only loved her eyes!
He bribed her with his gold.
He changed her heart. He bought her.
Her love for me grew cold.
And now my life is over—
In vain the sun may rise;
I never loved the sunshine,
I only loved her eyes!
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Ah! my lost love, my darling,
Will your heart one day see
That when you won your heaven
You purchased hell for me?
Ah! my lost love, my beauty,
His soul is fierce and mean.
He loves you like a plaything:
I loved you like a queen!
Will your heart one day see
That when you won your heaven
You purchased hell for me?
Ah! my lost love, my beauty,
His soul is fierce and mean.
He loves you like a plaything:
I loved you like a queen!
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