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Fierce is the struggle,
Eager and wild:
Does thy heart gladden?
I am thy child!Gakéto laučenj.
O sad farewell!
And who shall tell
The tides of grief that in our bosoms swell?
Yes! we must part,
And grief's worst smart
Asks—Has he—has he a forgetful heart?
Forgerful? No!
For that were woe,
Peace to o'erwhelm—and hope to overthrow.
O why oppress,
O why distress
My soul—by breathing of—forgetfulness?
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