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That peasant girl's blue eyesAre beauty's stars to me;
They 're not like Summer skies,
Nor like the deep blue sea;—
Nor of the harebell's hue—
And yet they are sweetly blue!
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That peasant girl is fair,—And, when your eyes behold
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'Tis ivory lost in gold;—
But still you 'll turn to woo
Those eyes so sweetly blue!
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