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THOU ART THE OUEEN OF MY SONG |
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2 The days are gone, days of summer
bright and gay, The days of love we so fondly whiled
away; But still while I'm dreaming Thy smiles are o'er me beaming, Gentle queen of my song. The wind o'er the lone meadow wails
for thee, The birds sing thy beauties all day long; Pride of my early years, Thou art the queen of my song. |
3 I turn to thee;- though our happy
hours have flown? I turn to thee; and my .saddest
thoughts are gone, For love will be burning And memory still returning, Gentle queen of my song. Gome let thy warm heart rejoice with
me, Come from the bright and luring throng; Pride of my early years, Thou art the queen of my song. |
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