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“OH, WHEN I HEARD”
Oh, when I heard that you were dead,
Sweet girl, to whom I gave my youth,
Again my heart shook with the tread
Of love more strong than truth.
Sweet girl, to whom I gave my youth,
Again my heart shook with the tread
Of love more strong than truth.
And if it had been otherwise—
Had we not met to part again,
Th' appealing memory of your eyes
Had not seared soul and brain.
Had we not met to part again,
Th' appealing memory of your eyes
Had not seared soul and brain.
But from the past they gaze at me,
And break my heart with love denied. ...
O God, blot out their memory!
And love that lied!
And break my heart with love denied. ...
O God, blot out their memory!
And love that lied!
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