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The Song Book |
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O that fairy form is ne'er forgot
Which first love traced; Still it lingering haunts the greenest spot
On mem'ry's waste! 'Twas odour fled As soon as shed;
'Twas morning's winged dream! 'Twas a light that ne'er can shine again
On life's dull stream ! O 'twas light that ne'er can shine again
On life's dull stream!
'Words by Moore. Tune (from Bunting) The Old Wunan. |
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