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A SUMMER NIGHT.
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And pleasures, so perfect, are not for this earth.
The moments are fleeting, we falter and sigh,
Our hearts are both broken, for parting is nigh;
With pledges and kisses we mingle our vows,
When breezes of morning are stirring the boughs.
You are gone, my Louise; will you ever forget
The sighs at our parting, the joys when we met?
