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TO A SWEET SINGER
My heart was full the while I wrote
The song you sang yestreen.
That it would fill so sweet a throat
I could not have foreseen.
The song you sang yestreen.
That it would fill so sweet a throat
I could not have foreseen.
So long as Love is in the land,
He rules by right divine:
So long will there be fresh demand
Of voices sweet as thine.
He rules by right divine:
So long will there be fresh demand
Of voices sweet as thine.
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