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A SMILE—IT WAS BUT A SMILE.
A smile—it was but a smile,
Yet it set my stirr'd heart thinking,
And dizzied my dancing brain,
As if with joyous drinking.
Yet it set my stirr'd heart thinking,
And dizzied my dancing brain,
As if with joyous drinking.
A word—it was but a word,
Yet on my heart's hush'd hearing
It fell with a quick glad start,
And shook it with hopes and fearing.
Yet on my heart's hush'd hearing
It fell with a quick glad start,
And shook it with hopes and fearing.
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A kiss—a long heart's kiss,
And I—I knew not whether
I breathed earth's air or heaven's,
As our hot lips clung together.
And I—I knew not whether
I breathed earth's air or heaven's,
As our hot lips clung together.
A kiss—a last wild kiss,
A kiss, how wild with sorrow!
And does it all end in this,
In a night that knows no morrow!
A kiss, how wild with sorrow!
And does it all end in this,
In a night that knows no morrow!
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