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LAURA LEE |
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2 Far from all pleasure torn,
Sad and alone, How ,doth my spirit mourn
While thou art gone! How like a desert isle
Earth seems to me, Robbed,of thy sunny smile,
Sweet Laura Lee! How like a desert isle
Earth seems to me, Robbed o£ thy sunny smile,
Sweet Laura Lee! |
3 When will thy winning voice
Breathe on mine ear ? When will my heart rejoice,
Finding thee near ? When will we roam the plain
Joyous and free, Never to part again,
Sweet Laura Lee ? When will we roam the plain
Joyous and free, Never to part again,
Sweet Laura Lee ? |
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