Wrote in a Lady's Pocket-Book
As on these fading Leaves I wrote my Name ,
Belinda cry'd, her Heart could show the same .
The same alas! in ev'ry Point I fear;
Eras'd by the next Touch, as this is here.
Belinda cry'd, her Heart could show the same .
The same alas! in ev'ry Point I fear;
Eras'd by the next Touch, as this is here.
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