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EFFIE
Effie is both young and fair,
Dewy eyes and sunny hair;
Sunny hair and dewy eyes
Are not where her beauty lies.
Dewy eyes and sunny hair;
Sunny hair and dewy eyes
Are not where her beauty lies.
Effie is both fond and true,
Heart of gold and will of yew;
Will of yew and heart of gold—
Still her charms are scarcely told.
Heart of gold and will of yew;
Will of yew and heart of gold—
Still her charms are scarcely told.
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If she yet remain unsung,
Pretty, constant, docile, young,
What remains not here compiled?
Effie is a little child!
Pretty, constant, docile, young,
What remains not here compiled?
Effie is a little child!
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