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SPEAKIN' OF HER EYES
Speakin' of her eyes, well, they makes me
Jes' 'bout as batty as can be;
An' tho' fer sleep I surely plays,
I stays awake an1 thro' a haze
I sees the baby laugh that lies
A-loafin' 'round her eyes—her eyes.
An' then I walk an' smoke an' fret,
It hain't no use, I can't ferget.