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It cannot melt the winter snow
That time has piled upon my brow!
Oh! Time, how long ago it seems
Since first I dreamt those golden dreams
And in Love's school remained a dunce.
You've robbed my locks of pristine sheen,
But there's one memory always green,
Immutable, you cannot steal;
For still, 'twixt dusk and dawn I feel
The kiss with which she kissed me once.

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