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HAS SORROW THY YOUNG DAYS SHADED |
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Has Love to that soul so tender,
Been like our I^genian mine, Where sparkles of golden splendour
All over the surface shine. But if in pursuit you go deeper,
Allured by the gleam that shone, Ah ! false as the dream of the sleeper,
Like Love the bright vision is gone. |
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