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SHE WAS ALL THE WORLD TO ME |
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3 Then the rare and bright-eyed maiden,
In the month of song and flowers, Rose-lipped and beauty laden,
Curtained by the twilight hours, Gave her hand into my keeping
'Neath the spreading greenwood tree, "And," she said with eyelids drooping,
"You are all the world to mc." , |
4 But there hovered near a spirit Darker than the" bird of night, And it touched her drooping eyelids,
Covered up her eyes of light, Then with careful hands we laid her
'Neath the sighing cypress tree, And my heart with her is buried—■ She was all the world to me, |
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