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8 I believ'd thee true, And I was blest in thus believing, But now I mourn that e’er. I know, A girl so fair and so deceiving.

Few have ever lov’d like me Oh ! I have lov’d thee too sincerely ; And few have e’er deceiv’d like thee, Alas! deceived me too severely;

Fare thee well !—yet think a while, On one, whose bosom bleeds to doubt thee— Who now would rather trust than smile, And die with thee than live without thee.

Fare thee well!— I’ll think o thee! Thou leav’st me many a bitter token, For see, distracting woman ! see. My peace is gone, my heart is broken.