Автор текста — Anne Hunter.

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The season comes when first we met,
But you return no more.
Why cannot I the days forget,
Which time can ne'er restore?
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Автор текста — Anne Hunter.

Оригинальный вокальный текст

The season comes when first we met,
But you return no more.
Why cannot I the days forget,
Which time can ne'er restore?
O days too fair, too bright to last,
Are you indeed forever past?

The fleeting shadows of delight
In memory I trace;
In fancy stop their rapid flight
And all the past replace.
But ah! I wake to endless woes,
And tears the fading visions close.

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