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The Cold Look.
He look'd so cold when last we met;
He never praised my eyes of jet,
But left me here to fret and fret—
He look'd so cold when last we met.
He never praised my eyes of jet,
But left me here to fret and fret—
He look'd so cold when last we met.
He may not know the pain I dree;
He ever was so kind to me,
I cannot think him cruel,—yet,
He look'd so cold when last we met.
He ever was so kind to me,
I cannot think him cruel,—yet,
He look'd so cold when last we met.
A posy, on his breast did glow;
Who put it there? I'd like to know—
Did neighbour—she? No, no !—and yet,
He look'd so cold when last we met.
Who put it there? I'd like to know—
Did neighbour—she? No, no !—and yet,
He look'd so cold when last we met.
I'll to the witch, and if to-night
He frown within her mirror bright,
I'll die, and then, ah, he'll regret
The look he wore when last we met!
He frown within her mirror bright,
I'll die, and then, ah, he'll regret
The look he wore when last we met!
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