Your hands- they are strangely fair!
O Fair- for the jewels that sparkle there,-
Fair- for the witchery of the spell
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In spring, when the green gits back in the trees,
And the sun comes out and stays,
And yer boots pulls on with a good tight squeeze,
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The master-hand whose pencils trace
This wondrous landscape of the morn,
Is but the sun, whose glowing face
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I.
When my dreams come true--when my dreams come true--
Shall I lean from out my casement, in the starlight and the
...
All were quite gracious in their plaudits of
Bud's Fairy; but another stir above
That murmur was occasioned by a sweet
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The past is like a story
I have listened to in dreams
That vanished in the glory
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Pap's got his patent-right, and rich is all creation;
But where's the peace and comfort that we all had before?
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Wasn't it pleasant, O brother mine,
In those old days of the lost sunshine
Of youth-- when the Saturday's chores were through,
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They's a kind o' _feel_ in the air, to me.
When the Chris'mas-times sets in.
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