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A FAREWELL.
I
It is in vain—it is in vain—The seal of destiny is set;
And, oh! we ne'er may meet again,
As once in hope and love we met:
Too bright those hours, too sweet to last,
Such bliss our breasts shall ne'er regain;—
For what charm can restore the past?—
It is in vain—it is in vain!
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II
It is in vain—it is in vain—My soul is dark—as in a shroud,
My life is known but by the pain,
'Neath which each throbbing pulse is bow'd:
O! never may this ruin'd heart
Its former happiness attain;
Peace seeks not those who, like us, part!
It is in vain—it is in vain!
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