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The friendless heart can never dream,
What glories friendship
brings,
When I am lonely in my self,
Your memories do often sing,
The song of hope, the song of love,
The love of friends does often sit,
In the chambers of my secluded heart,
As on her dear eggs does sit,
A kind loving, motherly dove.
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