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You have lovers by the score,
Valerie.
Who would give their lives—and more—
Valerie.

As the bee that honey sips—
Just to touch your finger tips
With the homage of their lips,
Valerie.

But I fear you do not care,
Valerie.
For their sorrow or despair,
Valerie;

Since your tender fancies dwell
In some spirit-haunted dell,
Far away from earthly spell,
Valerie.