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WHILE I THINK OF YOU, LOVE!
When the sun is shining brightly on a blithesome summer's day,
While others dance and sing, I think on him who's far away;
Amid the gay I wander on, as sad as sad can be—
Oh! while I think of you, love, do you think of me?
While others dance and sing, I think on him who's far away;
Amid the gay I wander on, as sad as sad can be—
Oh! while I think of you, love, do you think of me?
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When the evening shadows fall, love, and silence reigns around,
And the weeping flowers shake the sparkling dew-drops on the ground;
When the pale moon shines so mournfully upon the land and lea—
Oh! while I think of you, love, do you think of me?
And the weeping flowers shake the sparkling dew-drops on the ground;
When the pale moon shines so mournfully upon the land and lea—
Oh! while I think of you, love, do you think of me?
And when the night is come, love, and the weary sun is set,
While others sleep, my constant eyes with tears the pillow wet;
I rest in vain my aching head, where none my grief may see—
Oh! while I think of you, love, do you think of me?
While others sleep, my constant eyes with tears the pillow wet;
I rest in vain my aching head, where none my grief may see—
Oh! while I think of you, love, do you think of me?
And when other suitors come, love, to tempt with smiles and gold,
And tell me that thy heart for me is passionless and cold,
I turn in scorn and grief away, and say it cannot be—
When I always think of you, love, sure you sometimes think of me!
And tell me that thy heart for me is passionless and cold,
I turn in scorn and grief away, and say it cannot be—
When I always think of you, love, sure you sometimes think of me!
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