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THE GIRL OF MY HEART.
There's nothing, there's nothing so lovely that lives
As thou art, dear!
There's nothing, there's nothing that pleasure gives,
And thou art near!
As thou art, dear!
There's nothing, there's nothing that pleasure gives,
And thou art near!
When thou art away the world's brightest charms
Look—oh, how drear!
But a magic spell its form disarms
When thou art near!
Look—oh, how drear!
But a magic spell its form disarms
When thou art near!
When thou art away, even summer's beams
All cold appear!
But the coldest winter a summer seems
Beside thee, dear!
All cold appear!
But the coldest winter a summer seems
Beside thee, dear!
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