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VALERIE.

YOUR eyes are tender brown,
Valerie.
Your cheeks are soft as down,
Valerie.

There's a dreamy, languid grace
Faintly lingering in your face,
And of passion—just a trace,
Valerie.

You were made to rule, a queen,
Valerie,
O'er some Eastern realm serene,
Valerie;

Or to loll within the shade
Of some cool and leafy glade,
Where the half-lights faint and fade,
Valerie.