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THE END
Go you where you will at last,
Since nothing I can do
Shall ever bring to me afresh
The sweet that once was you.
Searching with fairness in my soul,
No shadows can I find
Sombre enough in me to dull
The colouring of your mind.
Since nothing I can do
Shall ever bring to me afresh
The sweet that once was you.
Searching with fairness in my soul,
No shadows can I find
Sombre enough in me to dull
The colouring of your mind.
Go you where you will, Caprice,
Beyond the home and life
Perceived as glittering when the maid
In you had flowered to wife.
Honour is flushing, Love is wroth,
To have you fling away,
With less redemption than a sigh,
From married yesterday.
Beyond the home and life
Perceived as glittering when the maid
In you had flowered to wife.
Honour is flushing, Love is wroth,
To have you fling away,
With less redemption than a sigh,
From married yesterday.
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