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THE QUARREL.
I saw him yesterday
As he passed upon his way
To an fro.
Not a single word he spake,
Though his heart seemed fit to break;
With its woe.
As he passed upon his way
To an fro.
Not a single word he spake,
Though his heart seemed fit to break;
With its woe.
I understand his look,
Like the pages of a book
Which I've read.
Oh! however the heart may ache.
Back the words we cannot take;
Now they're said.
Like the pages of a book
Which I've read.
Oh! however the heart may ache.
Back the words we cannot take;
Now they're said.
How willingly I'd share
Half the burden of his care
If I might.
A word's a cruel thing,
And how long we feel the sting;
Of a slight,
But I love him just the same;
Maybe he's not all to blame;
Perhaps 'twas me.
And I've just received a note,
Which with his own hand he wrote;
Let me see.
Half the burden of his care
If I might.
A word's a cruel thing,
And how long we feel the sting;
Of a slight,
But I love him just the same;
Maybe he's not all to blame;
Perhaps 'twas me.
And I've just received a note,
Which with his own hand he wrote;
Let me see.
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Oh! he's coming here to-night,
And we'll set the matter right;
He'll explain.
And we'll love each other better
For the mistake in the letter,
And the pain.
And we'll set the matter right;
He'll explain.
And we'll love each other better
For the mistake in the letter,
And the pain.
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