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The CONFESSION.
Oh, Sephalissa! dearest maid!So blooming, kind, and free,
The goddess of Cythera's shade
Is not so fair as thee!
Thy image always fills my mind;
The theme of ev'ry song:
I'm fix'd to thee alone I find,
But ask not for how long.
The fair in gen'ral I've admir'd;
Have oft been false and true;
And when the last my fancy tir'd,
It wander'd round to you.
Then while I can I'll be sincere,
As turtles to their mates:
This moment's yours and mine my dear!
The next you know is fate's.
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