| So thick the dew to-night |
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| All warnings are in vain |
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| A Wayside cherry tree |
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| Alas! My fire is out |
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| The Waves that dash against the rocks |
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| My constancy to her I love |
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| Out in the fields this autumn day |
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| Though love, like blisters made from leaves |
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| When on the Magpies' Bridge I see |
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| My life is drawing to a close |
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