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SO LONG AGO
CHILD of the dark eyes, do you know
What it is makes me kiss you so?
'Tis that your eyes are dark and deep,
And Love iu their low depths seems to sleep,
As in those of my love when he kissed me so,
Long ago, ah! long ago.
What it is makes me kiss you so?
'Tis that your eyes are dark and deep,
And Love iu their low depths seems to sleep,
As in those of my love when he kissed me so,
Long ago, ah! long ago.
Child of the dark hair, can you guess
Why from your head I cut a tress?
Because his lock, of the same dark hue,
I burnt in scorn when he proved untrue.
But now I could look on it calmly, so;
It was so long, so long ago.
Why from your head I cut a tress?
Because his lock, of the same dark hue,
I burnt in scorn when he proved untrue.
But now I could look on it calmly, so;
It was so long, so long ago.
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