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Our love was like most other loves:
A little glow, a little shiver,
A rosebud and a pair of gloves,

And Fly not Yet' upon the river;
Some jealousy of some one's heir,

Some hopes of dying broken-hearted,

A miniature, a lock of hair,

The usual vows- - and then we parted.

We parted months and years rolled by; We met again four summers after; Our parting was all sob and sigh,

Our meeting was all mirth and laughter: For in my heart's most secret cell

There had been many other lodgers;

And she was not the ball-room belle,
But only Mrs.- Something - Rogers.

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