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Слушать(AI)To Jennie
Good-bye! a kind good-bye,
I bid you now, my friend,
And though 'tis sad to speak the word,
To destiny I
And though it be decreed by
That we ne'er meet again,
Your image, graven on my heart,
Forever shall remain.
Aye, in my heart thoult have a place,
Among the friends held dear,-Nor shall the hand of Time
The memories written there.
Goodbye,
S.
L.
C.
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