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LULU.
There's many a maiden
More brilliant, by far,
With the step of a fawn,
And the glance of a star;
But heart there was never
More tender and true,
Than beats in the bosom
Of darling Lulu!
More brilliant, by far,
With the step of a fawn,
And the glance of a star;
But heart there was never
More tender and true,
Than beats in the bosom
Of darling Lulu!
Her eyes are too modest
To dazzle; but oh!
They win you to love her,
If you will or no!
And when they glance up,
With their shy, startled look,
Her soul trembles in them,
Like light in a brook.
To dazzle; but oh!
They win you to love her,
If you will or no!
And when they glance up,
With their shy, startled look,
Her soul trembles in them,
Like light in a brook.
