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Trust not the wile of a woman's eye,
Though thy dawn of love be bright;
Clear is the blue of the morning sky,
But it sets in an endless night.
Though thy dawn of love be bright;
Clear is the blue of the morning sky,
But it sets in an endless night.
The heart that revels in passion's dream,
But feasts on its own decay,
As the snow-wreath welcomes the sun's warm beam,
And smiles as it melts away.
But feasts on its own decay,
As the snow-wreath welcomes the sun's warm beam,
And smiles as it melts away.
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