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O Memory! thou fond deceiver,Still importunate and vain,To former joys recurring ever,And turning all the past to pain:Thou, like the world, the oppress'd oppressing,Thy smiles increase the wretch's woe;And he who wants each other blessing,In thee must ever find a foe.
O Memory! thou fond deceiver,Still importunate and vain,To former joys recurring ever,And turning all the past to pain:Thou, like the world, the oppress'd oppressing,Thy smiles increase the wretch's woe;And he who wants each other blessing,In thee must ever find a foe.
O Memory! thou fond deceiver,Still importunate and vain,To former joys recurring ever,And turning all the past to pain:
O Memory! thou fond deceiver,
Still importunate and vain,
To former joys recurring ever,
And turning all the past to pain:
Thou, like the world, the oppress'd oppressing,Thy smiles increase the wretch's woe;And he who wants each other blessing,In thee must ever find a foe.
Thou, like the world, the oppress'd oppressing,
Thy smiles increase the wretch's woe;
And he who wants each other blessing,
In thee must ever find a foe.