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Paul Vance, or Lorena’s Reply.

Paul Vance, or Lorena's Reply. 377.5 The years are creeping slowly by, dear Paul, the winters come and go, The wind reeps past st with mourr.ful cry, dear Paul, and pelt my face with snow: But there's no snow upon the heart, dear Paul: 'tis…