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FIRST LOSS

AH! who’ll e’er those days restore,

Those bright days of early love
Who’ll one hour again concede,

Of that time so fondly cherish’d!
Silently my wounds I feed,
And with wailing evermore

Sorrow o’er each joy now perish’d.
Ah! who’ll e’er the days restore

Of that time so fondly cherish’d.

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Poem FIRST LOSS - Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe