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WHY HAVE MY LOYED ONES GONE? |
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3 Why have my loved ones gone,
While the Springtime is on the "breeze? Gilding the hillside Jawn-, And breathing music thro' the trees! |
The birds arc singing in the air, And the flow'rs arc in their bloom;
All things around arc beautiful and fair, Rut still mv snirit lies in doom. |
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