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The timid girl now hung her head,
And, as she turn'd an upward glance,
I saw a doubt its twilight spread
Across her brow's divine expanse.
Just then, the garland's brightest rose
Gave one of its love-breathing sighs—
Oh! who can ask how Fanny chose,
That ever look'd in Fanny's eyes?
“The Wreath, my life, the Wreath shall be
“The tie to bind my soul to thee.”
And, as she turn'd an upward glance,
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Across her brow's divine expanse.
Just then, the garland's brightest rose
Gave one of its love-breathing sighs—
Oh! who can ask how Fanny chose,
That ever look'd in Fanny's eyes?
“The Wreath, my life, the Wreath shall be
“The tie to bind my soul to thee.”
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