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NAUFRAGIUM.

Homeward meadows wandered through,

Tangled woods explored anew,

Brown eyes meet

Blue eyes sweet,

Swift surprise each bosom fills.

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Moonlight strolls through ivy bowers,

Dances chasing happy hours;

Summer gone,

Leaves forlorn

Strew the bower benches drear.

Winter storms may come and go,

Ever this we surely know, -

Steadfast hearts

Nothing parts,

Joy smiles o'er meadows sere.

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