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THE VOICE OF BY-GONE DAYS |
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a Ah! the voice of by-gone days
Murmurs to my brain Till the cherish'd forms departed
Seem to live again, Weeping old-time sorrows o'er, Smiling as in days of yore, When each heart its burden bore
Of love and pity, bliss and pain. |
3 Ah! the voice of by-gone days
Bids my memory rove, To the fair and gentle being
Of my early love. She was radiant as the light. She was pure as dews of night, And beloved of angels bright, [train.
She join'd their bless'd and happy |
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WHERE HAS LULA GONE? |
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