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I send back thy letters: Ah! would I could send The memory that fetters, The dreams that must end.

I send back thy tresses, Thy long raven hair; Could I send thy caresses, They too should be there.

But keep thou each token I lavished on thee; Ring and chain are unbroken, Thou false one to me!

That my rival,—how bitter That word to my heart! May read in their glitter How faithless thou art.