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PARTHENIA TO INGOMAR |
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2 Break not my spirit,
Think of my youth, Cherish my tender heart,
Doubt not my truth; Friends may desert thee,
Sorrow may come, But still in this soul
Thine image will bloom. Thy hopes with thee I'll share, Thy wants shall be my care. |
3 Though through the desert
Wand'ring afar, Still to me, dearest one,
Thou'It be my star; Sunlight or moonlight
O'er us may shine, Yet living on love,
I'll ever be thine. Thy hand shall be my guard, Thy voice shall be my word. |
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