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I am
yet what I am who cares, or knows
My friends forsake me like a memory lost
I am the self-consumer of my woes;   They rise and vanish, an oblivious host,

Ah
County Guy, the hour is nigh The sun has left the lea, The orange-flower perfumes the bower, The breeze is on the sea
The lark, his lay who trill’d all day, Sits hush’d his partner nigh; Breeze, bird, and flower confess the hour, But ...