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AUTUMN SONG And O for the song I loved so long,

And the darling lips I kist!

Yon twinkling sail may whiter gleam

Than falcon's snowy wing,

Her lances far the evening-star

Beyond the waves may fling;

Float on, ah float, enchanted boat,

Bear true hearts o'er the main,

But I shall guide thy helm no more,

Nor whisper love again!

AUTUMN SONG

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