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FAREWELL.

I ASK for no flower nor garland,

Nor ringlet of thy hair;

Give me no fading tokens,

For which men seem to care.

These were but poor requitals

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For the loss of seeing thee;

Can base, dead things of fashion

Recall thy form to me?

No! Give me a ray of sunshine

From the depth of thy sweet eyes!

Give me a word of comfort,

A song that never dies.

And then, though absent ever,

Though years shall pass us by,

Yet the heart and mind, still constant,

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