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" Oft have we wander'd in sweetest retirement?
Telling our loves 'neath the moon's silent beam ?
Sweet were our meetings of tender endearment,
But fled are these joys like a fleet-passing dream.
Cruel Remembrance, ah ! why wilt thou wreck me.
Brooding o'er joys that for ever are flown !
Cruel Remembrance, in pity forsake me,
Flee to some bosom where grief is unknown !"'

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