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How Should You?
How should you my true love know
From another one?
Rosy face and breast of snow
Cannot make her known.
From another one?
Rosy face and breast of snow
Cannot make her known.
Brightest hair and bluest eyes
Cannot be a sign—
Many men might recognise
Other maids than mine.
Cannot be a sign—
Many men might recognise
Other maids than mine.
But if you the fairest scan,
My true love is she
Who can jest with any man—
Any man but me.
My true love is she
Who can jest with any man—
Any man but me.
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When we meet with whispered names,
Still and grave she grows
At the thought of all she claims—
All that she bestows!
Still and grave she grows
At the thought of all she claims—
All that she bestows!
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