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THE RING
Father.
And who was he with such love-drunken eyes
They made a thousand honey moons of one?
And who was he with such love-drunken eyes
They made a thousand honey moons of one?
Miriam.
The prophet of his own, my Hubert—his
The words, and mine the setting. 'Air and Words,'
Said Hubert, when I sang the song, 'are bride
And bridegroom.' Does it please you?
The prophet of his own, my Hubert—his
The words, and mine the setting. 'Air and Words,'
Said Hubert, when I sang the song, 'are bride
And bridegroom.' Does it please you?
Father.
Mainly, child,
Because I hear your Mother's voice in yours.
She———, why, you shiver tho' the wind is west
With all the warmth of summer.
Mainly, child,
Because I hear your Mother's voice in yours.
She———, why, you shiver tho' the wind is west
With all the warmth of summer.
