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INTERLUDES.
Would your life be one of dole,
Reft of me, Marguerite?
Reft of me, Marguerite?
Ah! I fear, Marguerite,
That your love is light, and fleet;
That your heart is but a stone,
Since you frown upon my own
In this way, Marguerite.
That your love is light, and fleet;
That your heart is but a stone,
Since you frown upon my own
In this way, Marguerite.
Then adieu, Marguerite:
There's another who will greet
My love with more respect;
Who, I know, will not object
To my suit, Marguerite.
There's another who will greet
My love with more respect;
Who, I know, will not object
To my suit, Marguerite.
Are those tears, Marguerite?
Would your joy not be complete,
If I sought her hand instead?—
What! You wish that she were dead!—
She ne'er lived, Marguerite.
Would your joy not be complete,
If I sought her hand instead?—
What! You wish that she were dead!—
She ne'er lived, Marguerite.
