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YES, MY HEART IS LIKE TINDER.
Yes, my heart is like tinder, and eyes such as yours
Have often before set my blood in a glow;
But the passion that then soon went out now endures;
And this, will it fade, too? Ah! dearest, no—no!
Have often before set my blood in a glow;
But the passion that then soon went out now endures;
And this, will it fade, too? Ah! dearest, no—no!
At moments, perchance, it may seem not so bright,
But brighter or dimmer, 'tis still but the same;
If, dearest, it smoulders, 'twill leap into light
The instant your eyes call it up into flame.
But brighter or dimmer, 'tis still but the same;
If, dearest, it smoulders, 'twill leap into light
The instant your eyes call it up into flame.
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