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Farewell, Mother, tears are streaming
Down thy pale and tender cheek;
I in gems and roses gleaming,
Scarce this sad farewell can speak.
Farewell, Mother, now I leave you,
Griefs and hopes my bosom swell;
One to trust who may deceive me:
Farewell, Mother, fare you well.
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7
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MUSIC
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Name:
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THE BRIDE'S FAREWELL
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8 7 8 7
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1869
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