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Now as I am to be bereaft of my troth |
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I cry aloud my last words of lost hope. |
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A violent gust of wind is my frame of mind; |
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Huxes like moisture through pores. |
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I am unwilling to forgive |
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Him who depriev'd me of my life - |
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Gloaming the sequence - |
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A momentary view. |
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Perishing intervals of rejoice - |
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My supreme happiness is lost! |
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Baleful emotions of fear - my body is the earth - |
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The earth is now destined to be made forlorn - |
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Forlorn from the enlivening energies. |
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Am I not anylonger living? |
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In mournful silence I suffer - |
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In peace I now will rest. |
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My hard-working hands |
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Are now reposed. |
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I close thee my beloved into my heart - |
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Conceal thy memory in my inner sanctum. |
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In my thoughts thou shalt forever be - |
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As a dear and precious remembrance. |
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I'm dethroned in the reign of entity - |
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My tears descend like of abony - |
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Life is the theatre of tragedy - |
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Dying - I only feel apathy! |
