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LET ME LOOK INTO THINE EYE!
Let me look into thine eye,
Through thine eye into thy soul,
Draw the curtain from the sky,
Where the living pictures roll!
I am weary of smooth faces,
Looks that play a pretty part,
Shallow smiles and gay grimaces;
Show me, show me, maid, thy heart!
Through thine eye into thy soul,
Draw the curtain from the sky,
Where the living pictures roll!
I am weary of smooth faces,
Looks that play a pretty part,
Shallow smiles and gay grimaces;
Show me, show me, maid, thy heart!
When in gay saloon I found thee
Sailing proudly, like a queen,
With an host of fops around thee,
Through the fair and flaunting scene;
Sure, I thought, this stately maiden
Struts her hour with dainty art,
But behind this masquerading
Keeps, I'll swear, a guileless heart.
Sailing proudly, like a queen,
With an host of fops around thee,
Through the fair and flaunting scene;
Sure, I thought, this stately maiden
Struts her hour with dainty art,
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Keeps, I'll swear, a guileless heart.
Let me look into thine eye,
Through thine eye into thy soul,
Of deep thoughts and fancies high
The living-ciphered book unroll!
I am sick of polished faces,
Smiles tricked out for fashion's mart;
Worth a thousand practised graces,
Show me, show me, maid, thy heart!
Through thine eye into thy soul,
Of deep thoughts and fancies high
The living-ciphered book unroll!
I am sick of polished faces,
Smiles tricked out for fashion's mart;
Worth a thousand practised graces,
Show me, show me, maid, thy heart!
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