Lyrics of Sunshine and Shadow/Suppose
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SUPPOSE
IF 'twere fair to suppose
That your heart were not taken,
That the dew from the rose
Petals still were not shaken,
I should pluck you,
Howe'er you should thorn me and
scorn me,
And wear you for life as the green of
the bower.
That your heart were not taken,
That the dew from the rose
Petals still were not shaken,
I should pluck you,
Howe'er you should thorn me and
scorn me,
And wear you for life as the green of
the bower.
If 'twere fair to suppose
That that road was for vagrants,
That the wind and the rose,
Counted all in their fragrance;
Oh, my dear one,
By love, I should take you and
make you,
The green of my life from the
scintillant hour.
That that road was for vagrants,
That the wind and the rose,
Counted all in their fragrance;
Oh, my dear one,
By love, I should take you and
make you,
The green of my life from the
scintillant hour.