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I cann't find an expression
To denote the impression
A parting of that kind
Made upon my mind
But this is sure
The pleasure pure
Of the jolly days,
We spent at home together,
When it was bad weather,
I shall never forget.
Or when we met
On the solitary ways,
And often walked about,
When there was no cloud
On the skye to be seen,
How happy 1 then have been.
