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Of joys; and she began to moan and sigh

the table of Captain Jones, the interpreter. Mrs. Jones

Because he mused beyond her, knowing well

the table of Captain Jones, the interpreter. Mrs. Jones

That but a moment's thought is passion's passing bell.

the table of Captain Jones, the interpreter. Mrs. Jones

"Why do you sigh, fair creature?" whisper'd he:

"Why do you think?" return'd she tenderly:

"You have deserted me - where am I now?

Not in your heart while care weighs on your brow:

No, no, you have dismiss'd me; and I go

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