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GENTLE ANNIE |
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(2) We have roamed and loved 'mid the bowers, When thy downy cheeks were in their bloom; Now I stand alone 'mid the flowers, While they mingle their perfumes, o'er thy tomb. |
(3) Ah! the hours grow sad while I ponder, Near the silent spot where thou art laid, And my heart bows down when I wander By the, streams and the meadows where we strayed. |
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