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LOVE'S EMANCIPATION.
False girl! I'll wear thy chains no more,
My heart shall be my own;
'Twas thy neglect left ope the door,—
And now, the captive's flown!
Then give me, give me back the tears,
That I have shed for thee;
They shall congeal to drops of ice,
To show I'm cold to thee!
My heart shall be my own;
'Twas thy neglect left ope the door,—
And now, the captive's flown!
Then give me, give me back the tears,
That I have shed for thee;
They shall congeal to drops of ice,
To show I'm cold to thee!
Once, it was bliss thy chains to wear,
For flowerets hid them all;
But, since thy scorn has kill'd the flowers,
The unwreath'd fetters gall!
Then give me, give me back the sighs,
That I have breath'd for thee;
With them, I'll fan the flames of love
In one more true and free.
For flowerets hid them all;
But, since thy scorn has kill'd the flowers,
The unwreath'd fetters gall!
Then give me, give me back the sighs,
That I have breath'd for thee;
With them, I'll fan the flames of love
In one more true and free.
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