Oh! If Your Tears Are Given To Care, If Real Woe Disturbs Your Peace, Come To My Bosom, Weeping Fair! And I Will Bid Your Weeping Cease. But If With Fancy'S Visioned Fears, With Dreams Of Woe Your Bosom Thrill; You Look So Lovely In Your Tears, That I Must Bid You Drop Them Still.
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