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COULD YOU TELL ME A FALSEHOOD?
Could you tell me a falsehood, darling,
As I look into your eyes,
And there behold the glory
Of the mellow summer skies?
From virtue's crystal fountain,
Which in your bosom lies,
There beauteous truth reflected,
Smiles through your lovely eyes.
As I look into your eyes,
And there behold the glory
Of the mellow summer skies?
From virtue's crystal fountain,
Which in your bosom lies,
There beauteous truth reflected,
Smiles through your lovely eyes.
What are life's storms and crosses,
The worst that e'er could be,
I'd count among my losses,
Your faithfulness to me.
As doth the clinging ivy,
The sturdy oak entwine,
So doth my heart depend, love,
On faith and truth in thine.
The worst that e'er could be,
I'd count among my losses,
Your faithfulness to me.
As doth the clinging ivy,
The sturdy oak entwine,
So doth my heart depend, love,
On faith and truth in thine.
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