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Rh And pleasures, so perfect, are not for this earth. The moments are fleeting, we falter and sigh, Our hearts are both broken, for parting is nigh; With pledges and kisses we mingle our vows, When breezes of morning are stirring the boughs.

You are gone, my Louise; will you ever forget The sighs at our parting, the joys when we met?