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Oh! the bright and sunny days that long, long since were ours,
Will they ne’er return again, with their wealth of summer flowers;
The sweet approving smile—the low, soft gentle tone,
With its murmured words of love, are they forever flown?
And from thy heart are banished all memories of me.
As a cloud upon the summer sky, a shadow o’er the sea?
Oh! deeply have I trusted, while I listened to thy vow,
And dreamed not that deceit could rest upon so fair a brow;
But well unto my heart the bitter lesson has been taught