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...All my hopes — where'er thou goest — Wither — yet with thee thou go — Every feeling hath teen shaken. Pride — which not a world could bow — Bows to thee— by thee forsaken, E'en my soul forsakes me now. — But 'tis done — all words are idle — Words from me are vainer...

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