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BROKEN VOWS.
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The being she worshipped, as angels adore,— The bird she had nestled so close to her heart,—That one! O, no other can ever restore The joy of her Eden,—from him she must part!
She must strive to forget him; and never again Send a dove to the world with the hope of return;—She must close every portal, but sighing and pain In a bosom that sorrow can never unlearn!
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