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Ma - ry, dear de - part - ed shade ! Where
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thou thy lo-ver low-ly laid? Hear'st
thou the groans that rend his breast?
That sacred hour can I forget?
Can I forget the hallow'd grove,
Where by the the winding Ayr we met.
To live one day of parting love ?
Eternity cannot efface
Those records dear of transports past ;

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