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TALK ON—EACH FAULT.
Talk on—each fault in Mary blame,
That Hate can think, or Envy frame;
Speak of her beauty and her fame,
Whate'er you say, I'll love her!
I look but on her cheek and eye—
They give your base remarks the lie;
How pure the glance! how fine the dye!
By all that's fair, I love her!
That Hate can think, or Envy frame;
Speak of her beauty and her fame,
Whate'er you say, I'll love her!
I look but on her cheek and eye—
They give your base remarks the lie;
How pure the glance! how fine the dye!
By all that's fair, I love her!
Arouse my pride: she spurns my prayer,
For one, perchance, less worth her care;
Her presence melts that pride to air—
I see her, and I love her!
For one, perchance, less worth her care;
Her presence melts that pride to air—
I see her, and I love her!
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