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O BUT TO SEE HER FACE AGAIN.
O but to see her face again!
O but to hear her speak!
To feel her braided raven hair
Again against my cheek!
Cold is the wintry sky without,
Cold, cold the white snows fall;
But O, my wintry heart within
Is colder far than all!
O but to hear her speak!
To feel her braided raven hair
Again against my cheek!
Cold is the wintry sky without,
Cold, cold the white snows fall;
But O, my wintry heart within
Is colder far than all!
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Ah! many a night, in frost and sleet,
I've waited for her long,
And felt but summer in the drift,
Heard in the blast but song.
Keen drives the wintry gust without;
Cold, cold the white snows fall;
But O, my wintry heart within
Is colder far than all!
I've waited for her long,
And felt but summer in the drift,
Heard in the blast but song.
Keen drives the wintry gust without;
Cold, cold the white snows fall;
But O, my wintry heart within
Is colder far than all!
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