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Paul Vance, or Lorena’s Reply.
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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…