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An Old Story.
By George MacDonald
They were parted at last, although
Each was tenderly dear;
As asunder their eyes did go,
When first alone and near.
'Tis an old story this--
A trembling and a sigh,
A gaze in the eyes, a kiss--
Why will it not go by?
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