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[I saw her; she was lovely]
I saw her; she was lovely,
And bright her eyes of blue,
Whilst merrily her white white hands
Over the harp-strings flew.
I saw her and I loved her,
I loved her for my pain,
For her heart was given to another
Not to return again.
And bright her eyes of blue,
Whilst merrily her white white hands
Over the harp-strings flew.
I saw her and I loved her,
I loved her for my pain,
For her heart was given to another
Not to return again.
Again I saw her pacing
Down the cathedral aisle;
The bridal wreath was in her hair,
And on her lips a smile;
A quiet smile and holy,
Meet for a holy place,
A smile of certain happiness
That lighted up her face.
Down the cathedral aisle;
The bridal wreath was in her hair,
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A quiet smile and holy,
Meet for a holy place,
A smile of certain happiness
That lighted up her face.
And once, once more I saw her,
Kneeling beside a bed;
The bright sun's rays were shining there,
And shone upon the dead;
From the body of her husband
Earth's gloom they chased away,
And she gazed on him without a tear,
And hailed the coming day.
Kneeling beside a bed;
The bright sun's rays were shining there,
And shone upon the dead;
From the body of her husband
Earth's gloom they chased away,
And she gazed on him without a tear,
And hailed the coming day.
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