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THE BLAU-SEE
Hushed be your voices, soft your sighs
Beside this water! All blue eyes
That ever wept in Love's despair
Have rained their crystal sorrows there.
Beside this water! All blue eyes
That ever wept in Love's despair
Have rained their crystal sorrows there.
And as ye float thereon, half gay,
Half pensive, think: So life to-day
Floats light of heart upon the tears
Of all the myriad yesteryears!
Half pensive, think: So life to-day
Floats light of heart upon the tears
Of all the myriad yesteryears!
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