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Leander

C.M.

Austin

1.

My soul forsakes her vain delight,

And bids the world farewell,

Base as the dirt beneath thy feet,

And mischievous as hell.

No longer will I ask your love,

Nor seek your friendship more;

The happiness that I approve,

Is not within your power.

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