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Show "" My Love Of Loiift . j There are faces just as perfect, There are eves as true and sweet; There are heart a gtrotijr antl tender As the hoarih that ceased to beat: There are voices just as thrilling-; There are soma as white I know. As hers was when ih 3 went from m Mj love of long- ago. Now Iip3 are ever toliinff The ta'.e thai ne'er stows ol7l; Life's gray ones alvays changing , For 80;iioon into (fold; But 'mid tau shine 'd shalow, Anh the aioo:n and fclow, !Jho waiks with mo, she talks with ate- M7 Is 70 ofli.nf ago. When I ttii-ik .f al! ti.f chna.ies Th:it the casnjinfir J"ars have b.-ouuht, lam Kind the world that hoids her 19 the world thatchanyes not. And tho sa-no a when she left me, She waitg 'or me I know My love on ear.h, my love in hearen , My love of long ago. ' MIILII.H UHWI.WW.M.IIIIIIII II II III WIIIIHIM.1.II IWIIUIIIJI.il III |