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My very best put to the test
When of his love I sought,
But thou reminds me of the zest
In love that is not bought
And when I finally gained his love
I found it to be untrue,
Those eyes that I had oft' dreamed of
Were black beneath the blue
But too late I chanced to notice this
When of me, he'd darkly spoken,
And he left, not without my first kiss
In return for a heart, well broken
Sorrow haunted my days from then
As I dreampt of the time whence I felt free,
But somehow thou made my life cheerful again,
And I found my true love within thee.
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