Oh! ever thus from childhood's hour,
I've seen my foundest hopes decay;
I never lov'd a tree or flower,
But 'twas the first to fade away.
I never nurs'd a dear gazelle,
To glad me with its soft black eye,
But when it came to know me well,
And love me,it was sure to die
-Thomas moore, Lalla rookh
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