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5
HER PHOTOGRAPH
I can fancy, love, you speak,
I can almost hear you laugh,
As I trace your plaintive face
In your silent photograph.
I can almost hear you laugh,
As I trace your plaintive face
In your silent photograph.
Even so you dance to-night
In the ballet's wheel and whirl
With a red cap on your head
As a southern fisher-girl.
In the ballet's wheel and whirl
With a red cap on your head
As a southern fisher-girl.
In the hall you dance and here
I pursue a stupid rhyme,
Just to make my heart-strings ache
And to kill the length of time,
I pursue a stupid rhyme,
Just to make my heart-strings ache
And to kill the length of time,
Till I meet you and we stroll
Homeward with the stars above.
Dearest! Will you care or hear
When I tell you of my love?
Homeward with the stars above.
Dearest! Will you care or hear
When I tell you of my love?
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