First Loss.
AH! who'll e'er those days restore, Those bright days of early love Who'll one hour again concede, Of that time so fondly cherish'd! Silently my wounds I feed, And with wailing evermore Sorrow o'er each joy now perish'd. Ah! who'll e'er the days restore Of that time so fondly cherish'd.
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