A long time smiling among you I did pass,
Then my heart gladly said to me;
These moments have been so precious,
So sweet, able to forget thou will ne'er be.
More precious than the diamond, gold,
And sweeter than the honey-
As the time passes thou must grow old;
Still afresh in thy mind they will be.
Friends! Your love's tears are anxious to flow
On my cheeks falling from my wet eyes;
I was to go one day and I must go,
If you were e'er hurt by me, forgive please:
The months, the years may easily pass by,
Some of you are so nice I'll miss greatly.
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