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Show AVIS. I luv watched von long, Avis W'at.'bol juu m, har fouoil Tour-noret on I, And I know Thmt the rtJm tibl-oned thioi W her your ilop of i Lou Met spring. Ate undeTlopJ wings Tiit wJl gruw. When yen enter in a room. It i stirred With the waywud, Oaihtog lijhl Of a bird; And IOE iik d brine with you Lf cJ uq ray , bud xnd I4ue, And the wind brctti and Lbo d, At a word. Vf bun you left lue ouly now. In tliut furrrJ, PuO.J.ncd fcitliproi VoVih draii, 1 was -;)iirrwl Just to o:. b jcv, oh, my swell, lly tby btdife tr:ia ami Li-ill, Just to feel vi'iir bourt a.t.jit, Lito a bird. Yet, alat, Ioto' light you dcib'U, But to wer tb dw upon your plume. And you care Xet a whit for rent or hush; Uut the leTM, the lyric iiuah, Aud tho tiiit power aud tiio rush Of tae air. So I dare net woo you, iwMt For a day, Lit I Iots vuu In a fiah, As I may. I Did 1 ell you tender thiop, YouTweuld ibaku your mJden wln You would start from him who sins. And away. |
