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OUR BRIGHT SUMMER DAYS ARE GONE |
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2 I remember the flowers that we cull'd by day,
And the vows that we made by night; I remember the brook where we loved to stray In the by-gone days of our delight.
3 How we joyed when we met, and grieved to part,
How we sighed when the night came on; How I longed for thee in my dreaming heart, Till the first fair coming of the dawn. |
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