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YOUNG GIPSY

Yet one more kiss, before we part!

ZEMPHIRE

Time flies: jealous he is, and harsh.

YOUNG GIPSY .

A last… but long caress… but one!

ZEMPHIRE

Farewell, before he comes to seek me.

YOUNG GIPSY .

But say, when shall we meet again?

ZEMPHIRE .

To-night, when as the moon goes down,
We'll meet beyond the mounds. Farewell!

YOUNG GIPSY

You will forget to come, I fear.

ZEMPHIRE

Away!… Fear not!… I'll come, I swear!
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