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COME, TELL THOSE EYES.
Come, tell those eyes to hide their tears,
And show us brighter weather;
We may not have a many years,
Dear love, to live together!
And every hour is something worth
When hours are growing few;
Come, smile, there must be days on earth
Still sweet for me and you.
And show us brighter weather;
We may not have a many years,
Dear love, to live together!
And every hour is something worth
When hours are growing few;
Come, smile, there must be days on earth
Still sweet for me and you.
Life seems, you say, but half enjoy'd;
But Life is as we take it—
If some find care they can't avoid—
There's many more that make it:
Then, tell those eyes to hide their tears,
And show us brighter weather—
We may not have a many years,
Dear love, to live together!
But Life is as we take it—
If some find care they can't avoid—
There's many more that make it:
Then, tell those eyes to hide their tears,
And show us brighter weather—
We may not have a many years,
Dear love, to live together!
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