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JOYS THAT PASS AWAY by THOMAS MOORE

First Line: JOYS THAT PASS AWAY LIKE THIS
Last Line: HE COULD NOT FLY TO HATE.

JOYS that pass away like this,
Alas! are purchased dear,
If every beam of bliss
Is follow'd by a tear.
Fare thee well, oh, fare thee well!
Soon, too soon, thou hast broke the spell.
Oh! I ne'er can love again
The girl, whose faithless art,
Could break so dear a chain,
And with it break my heart.

Once, when truth was in those eyes,
How beautiful they shone,
But, now that lustre flies,
For truth, alas! is gone.
Fare thee well, oh, fare thee well!
How I've loved my hate shall tell.
Oh! how lorn, how lost would prove
Thy wretched victim's fate,
If, when deceived in love,
He could not fly to hate.



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