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BEWARE! I AM GONE!
Farwell to thee connubial flower,
Whom 'twas my fate to wed,
And leave thee in thy native bower,
Rosella, thou art dead.
Whom 'twas my fate to wed,
And leave thee in thy native bower,
Rosella, thou art dead.
Thy heart is far too hard to melt.
I now myself conceal,
What is a heart that never felt,
And yet too hard to feel.
I now myself conceal,
What is a heart that never felt,
And yet too hard to feel.
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Take thought, thy needless follies own,
Thy burden on thy head,
Good bye! thy friend is out and gone,
Rosella thou art dead.
Thy burden on thy head,
Good bye! thy friend is out and gone,
Rosella thou art dead.
Once we could talk together sweet,
Each other could adore,
No more our follies to repeat,
Together now no more.
Each other could adore,
No more our follies to repeat,
Together now no more.
Then let the time with pleasure fly,
I have no tears to shed,
Good bye! it is in vain to cry,
Rosella thou art dead.
I have no tears to shed,
Good bye! it is in vain to cry,
Rosella thou art dead.
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