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Think not of it, sweet one, so;---
Give it not a tear; Sigh thou mayst, and bid it go Any---anywhere. Do not lool so sad, sweet one,--- Sad and fadingly; Shed one drop then,---it is gone--- O 'twas born to die! Still so pale? then, dearest, weep; Weep, I'll count the tears, And each one shall be a bliss For thee in after years. Brighter has it left thine eyes Than a sunny rill; And thy whispering melodies Are tenderer still. Yet---as all things mourn awhile At fleeting blisses, E'en let us too! but be our dirge A dirge of kisses. Unsatisfied? Search for more:Other Cool Sites:Hot Arts & Stage NewsLyrics Catalogue Sound Tracks Guide Guide to Serials and Shows English Subtitles For DivX Movies Hundreds of Cooking Recipes Over 5000 Cocktails Recipes Cool Online Encyclopedia Cellulars Descriptions and Reviews Algorithms Dictionary Funny Jokes and Anecdotes. Usenet Newsgroups Reader |