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THE BETROTHAL.
I have placed a golden
Ring upon the hand
Of the sweetest little
Lady in the land!
Ring upon the hand
Of the sweetest little
Lady in the land!
When the early roses
Scent the sunny air,
I shall gather white ones
To tremble in her hair!
Scent the sunny air,
I shall gather white ones
To tremble in her hair!
Hasten, happy roses,
Come to me by May—
In your folded petals
Lies my wedding day!
Come to me by May—
In your folded petals
Lies my wedding day!
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