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LOOK INTO THESE FOND EYES.
Look into these fond eyes, with eyes
How fond!
When fleeting joy for ever flies,
Despond!
This hour 'tis ours; think not what lies
Beyond!
How fond!
When fleeting joy for ever flies,
Despond!
This hour 'tis ours; think not what lies
Beyond!
Dark o'er to-morrow's desert way
Grief lowers;
Forget it! still we tread to-day
Through flowers.
Love flies; O clasp it while it may
Be ours!
Grief lowers;
Forget it! still we tread to-day
Through flowers.
Love flies; O clasp it while it may
Be ours!
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Those clinging lips—that burning kiss
Again!
I lose—I drown in this fierce bliss
All pain;
Fate shrieks what shall be, and what is,
In vain.
Again!
I lose—I drown in this fierce bliss
All pain;
Fate shrieks what shall be, and what is,
In vain.
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