yard. The butterflies gambolled over the gorse. All was

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delusion dear! Thou lingerest at the fatal door, Thou dread'st to see her face

yard. The butterflies gambolled over the gorse. All was

once more? On! While thou dalliest, draws her death - hour near.

yard. The butterflies gambolled over the gorse. All was

(He seizes the lock. Singing within.)

yard. The butterflies gambolled over the gorse. All was

My mother, the harlot, She took me and slew! My father, the scoundrel, Hath

eaten me too! My sweet little sister Hath all my bones laid, Where soft

breezes whisper All in the cool shade!

Then became I a wood - bird, and sang on the spray, Fly away! little bird, fly

Ah! she forebodes not that her lover's near, The clanking chains, the rustling

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