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THE GRASS IS GREENER WHERE SHE SLEEPS.
The grass is greener where she sleeps,
The birds sing softlier there,
And Nature fondest vigil keeps
Above a face so fair,—
For she was innocent and sweet
As mortal thing can be,—
The only heart that ever beat,
That beat alone for me.
The birds sing softlier there,
And Nature fondest vigil keeps
Above a face so fair,—
For she was innocent and sweet
As mortal thing can be,—
The only heart that ever beat,
That beat alone for me.
To me her dearest thoughts were told,
Her sweetest carols sung;
To her my love was never old,
My face was always young.
Ah, life seems drear and little worth,
Since she has ceased to be,—
The only heart in all the earth
That never loved but me!
Her sweetest carols sung;
To her my love was never old,
My face was always young.
Ah, life seems drear and little worth,
Since she has ceased to be,—
The only heart in all the earth
That never loved but me!
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