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forlorn, y love, no fort near

air—“let this ae night”

forlorn, y love, no fort near,

far, far fro thee, i wander here;

far, far fro thee, the fate severe,

at which i ost repe, love

chor—o wert thou, love, but near !

but near, near, near ,

how kdly thou wouldst cheer ,

and gle sighs with e, love

around swls a try sky,

bstg each bud of hope and joy;

and shelter, shade, nor ho have i;

save these ars of the, love

o wert thou, c

ld, alter&039;d friendship&039;s cruel part,

to poin fortune&039;s ruthless dart—

let not break thy faithful heart,

and say that fate is e, love

o wert thou, c

but, dreary tho&039; the onts fleet,

o let thk we yet shall et;

that only ray of ce sweet,

can on thy chloris she, love!

o wert thou, c