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—Girl, for thee I'll lay aside Veil of smiles and mask of pride; Shrowds that only ask of Fate Not to seem so desolate. —I am young,—but age's snow Hides not colder depths below; I am gay,—but such a light Shines upon the grave by night. —Yet mine is a common tale; Hearts soon changed, and vows were frail; Each one blamed the other's deed, Yet both felt they were agreed; Ne'er again might either prove Those sweet fallacies of love. —Still for what so vain I hold Is my wasted heart grown cold.