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BLUE EYES.
THOSE eyes of blue! those eyes of blue!
How many a beaming glance I knew,
Ere sorrow's cloud came o'er me;
Ah, me! methinks they darker grew,
As Fortune's favors fled before me.
How many a beaming glance I knew,
Ere sorrow's cloud came o'er me;
Ah, me! methinks they darker grew,
As Fortune's favors fled before me.
Those eyes of blue! those eyes of blue!
They've lost their mild, cerulean hue—
They 've lost their beaming glances;
Ah, me! they darkly gleam,—adieu!
False eyes, that change when gloom advances.
They've lost their mild, cerulean hue—
They 've lost their beaming glances;
Ah, me! they darkly gleam,—adieu!
False eyes, that change when gloom advances.
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