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NINA.

Was this but a phantom picture

Conjur 'd up at fancy's will?

No! that form so like a fairy

Since that long remembered day

Sings no more in convent dreary

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On the margin of the bay!

Nina now is sitting near me,

And though sullen ocean roar,

She will sweetly sing to cheer me, -

She is mine forevermore.

REY.

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