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HER cheek is like a tinted rose
That June hath fondly cherished,
Her heart is like a star that glows
When day hath darkling perished,
Her voice is as a songbird's sweet,
The drowsy wolds awaking—
But, ah, her love is past compare,
And keeps my heart from breaking!
Lost sunbeams light her tresses free,
Along their shadows gleaming!
Her smiles entangle memory
And set the soul a-dreaming,
Her thoughts, like seraphs, upward soar,
Earth's narrow bounds forsaking—
But, ah, her love abides with me
And keeps my heart from breaking!
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