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Forgive me! forgive me!
Ah, Marguerite, fain
Would these arms reach to clasp thee: -
But see! 'tis in vain.
In the void air towards thee
My strain'd arms are cast.
But a sea rolls between us -
Our different past.
* * * * *
Boy, am I gifted!
Ah, Marguerite, fain
Would these arms reach to clasp thee: -
But see! 'tis in vain.
In the void air towards thee
My strain'd arms are cast.
But a sea rolls between us -
Our different past.
* * * * *
Boy, am I gifted!