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Show CHANCE. A word unspoken, a hand unproaeed, A look unseen, or a thought ungueBSod; And eouIj that were kindrud may livo D)irt, Never io meot or know the truth; Never to know how heart bout wilh heart In Ih-i dim past days, of a wasted youth. , She tball not know how the pulses leapt When over his temples her tresses swept: As tho loaned to give him tho jasmine wreath She f-lt hia broath, and her fuco fluffhud red With the passionate lovo that cliokrd her breast, And sfltlJona her life now her youth is dead. A faded woman who wnits fir dotth, And murmur i a n mo bnncalb her breath ; A cynical man who scous and jeers At women and lovo in the npiM day, And at night lime kuso? with biltttr tenrd A faded fraginoul of jiietrtino spray. |
