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Show Vacation. Kin to the skies when is mirrored their shade In the calm of the ocean Was the blue of her eyes Vowed I, and never for me had a maid Stirred such depth of emotion As spoke in my sighs. Yellow, I told her, as popples that cling To the brink of the river Was the gold of her hair; Said Love and I had a song we could sing To the luck of his quiver Did passion but dare. Half was in jest when I swore that her heart If .it joyed in deserting Would make sunless my life. After three weeks I awoke with a start From the jesting and flirting To find I'd a wife. Town Talk. |