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Bienakras

    And fond ones are flown
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    The gems drop away
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    When friendships decay
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    Liescentless and dead
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    Thy leaves o'er the bed
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    Go, sleep thou with them
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    To pineon the stem
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    I'll not leave thee
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    to reflect back her blushes
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    No flower of her kindred
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    All her lovely panions
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    This is the last rose of summer
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    But I, with mournful tread
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    The ship is anchored safe and sound
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    My father does not feel my arm
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    My Captain does not answer
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    It is some dream that on the deck
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    Here Captain! dear father!
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    the swaying mass
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    for you the shores accrowding
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    for you the bugle trills
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    Rise up
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