Ah! Who'll E'Er Those Days Restore, Those Bright Days Of Early Love Who'll One Hour Again Concede, Of That Time So Fondly Cherish'D! Silently My Wounds I Feed, And With Wailing Evermore Sorrow O'Er Each Joy Now Perish'D. Ah! Who'll E'Er The Days Restore Of That Time So Fondly Cherish'D.
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