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Oh! ever thus, from childhood’s hour,
I’ve seen my fondest hope decay;
I never loved a tree or flower,
But ’twas the first to fade away.
I never nurs’d a dear gazelle
To glad me with its soft black eye,
But when it came to know me well,
And love me, it was sure to die.

Thomas Moore

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