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oh, tell me not of other days!

Long hushed hath been 'neath the blighting spell
Of death's dark and chill alloy.

And the fairy dream of childhood's hour,
That o'er my spirit passed,
Was all too bright for the chilling power
Of life's enduring blast.

Then tell me not of other years,
For I would fain forget
The joys and woes, the smiles and tears,
That cling to memory yet.

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