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Fain, fain would I my griefs impart.
Yet dare na for your anger ;
But secret love wiil break ray heart,
If I conceal it langer.
If thou refuse to pity me.
If tliou shait love anither,
When yon green leaves fade frae the treej'
Around my grave they'll wither.
Hamilla.
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Look w here my dear Ha-mil-la smiles^ Ha-
mil - la, heav'n - ly charm - er I See
how, with all their arts and wiles, The
lofes and gra - ces arm her. A.

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