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The Stained Lily.
When first the maiden fair I eyed,
—This world is a world of grief alone—
A lily she held and a rose beside—
But I was doomed her lot to moan.
—This world is a world of grief alone—
A lily she held and a rose beside—
But I was doomed her lot to moan.
The rose was gain'd and the lily was stain'd,
—This world is a world of grief alone—
And from that hour her beauty waned,
And I was left her lot to moan.
—This world is a world of grief alone—
And from that hour her beauty waned,
And I was left her lot to moan.
The lily was stain'd when the rose was gain'd,
—This world is a world of grief alone—
And from that hour her life star waned,
And I was left her lot to moan.
—This world is a world of grief alone—
And from that hour her life star waned,
And I was left her lot to moan.
Ah, never more in my sight she'll stand
—This world is a world of grief alone—
With a lily bright in her lily-white hand,
And I am doomed her lot to moan.
—This world is a world of grief alone—
With a lily bright in her lily-white hand,
And I am doomed her lot to moan.
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