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when we two parted in silence and tears,half broken-hearted,to sever for years,pale grew thy cheek and cold,colder thy kiss;truly that hour foretold sorrow to this! the dew of the morning sunk chill on my brow;it felt like the warning of what i feel now .thy vows are all broken and light is thy fame:i hear thy name spoken and share in its shame.they name thee before me,a knell to mind ear;a shudder comes o'er me--why weft thou so dear.they know not i knew thee who knew thee too well: |
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