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VII.
MONA, SAD.
I have told the winds my sorrow,
I have told them o'er and o'er,
But they never stop to sing for me,
Or to kiss me any more.
I have told them o'er and o'er,
But they never stop to sing for me,
Or to kiss me any more.
I have made the moon acquainted
With all my gloomy fear,
But still she stays among the stars,
And leaves me lonesome here.
With all my gloomy fear,
But still she stays among the stars,
And leaves me lonesome here.
I ask the larks to mourn with me
That ever I was born,
But they fly away and hide their heads
In the red wings of the morn.
That ever I was born,
But they fly away and hide their heads
In the red wings of the morn.
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I have told the winds my sorrow,
The moon, and the larks, in vain:
Nothing can give me any peace
Till Mona smile again.
The moon, and the larks, in vain:
Nothing can give me any peace
Till Mona smile again.
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