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Separation.

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Parted cruelly from thee,         What, Oh! what is life to me?         'Tis the morn without the lark;         It is wine without its spark.         Christmas time without its glee;         Music without harmony.         New Year's eve devoid of mirth;         Winter night without the hearth.         'Tis a day without the light;         'Tis a moonless, starless night.         Thorn-bush, barren of its leaf;         Weeping, without its relief.         'Tis a fire, but unconsuming;         Poisonous plant, but never blooming.         Ship becalmed, without its peace;         Death, without its sweet release.

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