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Annie My Own Love
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(published by Firth, Pond & Co., N.Y., 1853)
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1.
There’s a wound in my spirit,
No balm can e’er heal;
In my soul is a sorrow,
No voice can reveal.
And deeper the furrows
Will sink on my brow,
For Annie, my own love,
Is gone from me now.
For Annie, my own love,
Is gone from me now.
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3.
Like the moon to the twilight
She came to my heart,
And fondly she told me
We never should part;
By Death, unrelenting,
She’s freed from her vow,
And Annie, my own love,
Is gone from me now.
And Annie, my own love,
Is gone from me now.
Like the night when the moonbeam
Is gone from the sky,
In the gloom of my sorrow
Heart-broken I lie:
Oh! seek not to sooth me,
To earth let me bow,
For Annie, my own love,
Is gone from me now.
For Annie, my own love,
Is gone from me now.
   
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