Song.—Anna, Thy Charms

Robert Burns - Non-Music, Romanticism (Literature)
Song.—Anna, Thy Charms
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Anna, thy charms my bosom fire, And waste my soul with care; But ah! how bootless to admire, When fated to despair! Yet in thy presence, lovely Fair, To hope may be forgiven; For sure 'twere impious to despair So much in sight of heaven.
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- Robert Burns