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When all is gone, there are still memories,
for that, loved the poem by Leigh Hunt:
Jenny Kiss'd Me
Jenny kiss'd me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in;
Time, you thief, who love to get
Sweets into your list, put that in!
Say I'm weary, say I'm sad,
Say that health and wealth have miss'd me,
Say I'm growing old, but add,
Jenny kiss'd me. |
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