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Ah! lovely curl of dark-brown hue,
How fast my tear-drops fall,
How fast my heartstrings beat and throb
As I these scenes recall!
How fast my tear-drops fall,
How fast my heartstrings beat and throb
As I these scenes recall!
Then vanish from my painful sight,
Thou vision of face so fair;
For ye bring to my bosom a chilling blight,
Thou curl of dark-brown hair.
Thou vision of face so fair;
For ye bring to my bosom a chilling blight,
Thou curl of dark-brown hair.
