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ONLY A SAD MISTAKE.
Only a blunder—a sad mistake;
All my own fault and mine alone.
The saddest error a heart can make;
I was so young, or I would have known.
All my own fault and mine alone.
The saddest error a heart can make;
I was so young, or I would have known.
Only his rare, sweet, tender smile;
Only a lingering touch of his hand.
I think I was dreaming all the while,
The reason I did not understand.
Only a lingering touch of his hand.
I think I was dreaming all the while,
The reason I did not understand.
Yet, somewhere, I've read men woo this way;
That eyes speak, sometimes, before the tongue.
And I was sure he would speak some day;
Pardon the folly—I was so young.
That eyes speak, sometimes, before the tongue.
And I was sure he would speak some day;
Pardon the folly—I was so young.
Was I, say—for now I am old!
So old, it seems like a hundred years
Since I felt my heart growing hard and cold
With a pain too bitter and deep for tears.
So old, it seems like a hundred years
Since I felt my heart growing hard and cold
With a pain too bitter and deep for tears.
I saw him lean over the stranger's chair,
With a warm, new light in his beautiful eyes;
And I woke from my dreaming, then and there,
And went out of my self-made Paradise.
With a warm, new light in his beautiful eyes;
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And went out of my self-made Paradise.
He never loved me—I know, I see!
Such sad, sad blunders as young hearts make.
She did not win him away from me,
For he was not mine. It was my mistake.
Such sad, sad blunders as young hearts make.
She did not win him away from me,
For he was not mine. It was my mistake.
A woman should wait for a man to speak
Before she dreams of his love, I own;
But I was a girl—girls' hearts are weak;
And the pain, like the fault, is mine alone.
Before she dreams of his love, I own;
But I was a girl—girls' hearts are weak;
And the pain, like the fault, is mine alone.
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