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PARTING
Not a penny left, and you know in such a case
You have but to leave me, Darling! and—it's easy to forget.
One kiss, one look again into your bonny face,
And we part, we part for ever—But your eyes are wet.
You have but to leave me, Darling! and—it's easy to forget.
One kiss, one look again into your bonny face,
And we part, we part for ever—But your eyes are wet.
It is nought, dear! we have pass'd a many happy days,
To say nothing of our nights; but days and nights are past.
Could they have been more lasting—But the proverb soothly says—
The very best of joys are those which may not last.
To say nothing of our nights; but days and nights are past.
Could they have been more lasting—But the proverb soothly says—
The very best of joys are those which may not last.
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