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VALENTINE'S DAY.
‘To-morrow is Saint Valentine's day,’
And, soon as morn shall shine,
My dearest, shall I at thy window sigh,
To be thy Valentine!
And, soon as morn shall shine,
My dearest, shall I at thy window sigh,
To be thy Valentine!
And if thou'lt at thy window stand
Thy Valentine to see,
The proudest he within the land
Less proud than I shall be.
Thy Valentine to see,
The proudest he within the land
Less proud than I shall be.
Then should the sun shine out or no,
I care not,—let him rove;
All will be sunshine here below,
If I but see my love.
I care not,—let him rove;
All will be sunshine here below,
If I but see my love.
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The brightest queen I should pass by,
For after thee, my fair,
I could not satisfy mine eye
With any one less rare.
For after thee, my fair,
I could not satisfy mine eye
With any one less rare.
My hopes are fix'd on thee alone,
And happier I should be
Than kings, could I but reign upon
The throne of love with thee!
And happier I should be
Than kings, could I but reign upon
The throne of love with thee!
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