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ANNA, THY CHARMS by ROBERT BURNS

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First Line: ANNA, THY CHARMS MY BOSOM FIRE
Last Line: SO MUCH IN SIGHT OF HEAVEN.
Anna, thy charms my bosom fire,
And waste my soul with care;
But ah! how bootless to admire,
When fated to despair!

Yet in thy presence, lovely Fair,
To hope may be forgiven;
For sure 'twere impious to despair
So much in sight of heaven.



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