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Amelia Opie - Song. To A Russian Air
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WAS it for this I dearly loved thee?....
But since at length I know thy heart,
And learn no real passion moved thee,
Go, Henry, go; this hour we part.

But do not think, past love forgetting,
That I thy foe can ever be;
My blighted hopes howe`er regretting,
I still shall pray for bliss to thee.
I still, no wrongs from thee resenting,
Shall wish Love`s choicest treasures thine;
Though till life`s closing sigh lamenting
The power to bless thee was not mine .
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