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RESENTMENT.
You ask for summer instead of cold weather,
But that can never be,
The passion that once so bound us together,
Forever is dead in me.
But that can never be,
The passion that once so bound us together,
Forever is dead in me.
O yes! I loved and sought to discover
To you my heart's distress,
But the love you cheaply gave to another,
Turned mine to bitterness.
To you my heart's distress,
But the love you cheaply gave to another,
Turned mine to bitterness.
It is now too late; and past forever
The time to gather in
The ties of love and bind together,
The life that might have been.
The time to gather in
The ties of love and bind together,
The life that might have been.
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