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2.
The glasses shine upon the board,
But brighter shines thine eye;
The claret pales its ruby tint,
When lips like thine are nigh;
The tapers dim their virgin white
Beside thy bosom's hue;
And the flame they shed burns not so bright,
As that I feel for you.
But brighter shines thine eye;
The claret pales its ruby tint,
When lips like thine are nigh;
The tapers dim their virgin white
Beside thy bosom's hue;
And the flame they shed burns not so bright,
As that I feel for you.
Then strike the harp! each note, my love,
Shall kindle fresh desire;
Thy melting breath shall fan that flame,
Thy glowing charms inspire.
Shall kindle fresh desire;
Thy melting breath shall fan that flame,
Thy glowing charms inspire.
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