How
Sweet
You
Were
When
You
Took
Your
Handkerchief
How sweet
You
Swept
Your
Eyes
And
Then
(al
copione)
your
nose
of
red
still
lovely
in
my
eyes:
(and
You
Are
Lovely
I
Re-assert)
In
My
Memory
Those
Images
Are
Transfixed:
How
Cannot
They?
Through
Joy
And
Woe
Through
Joy
And
Woe
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