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Fair you are as a rose is fair, There where the shadows dew it; And the deeps of your brown, brown hair, Soft as the cloud that lingers there With the sunset's auburn through it. Eyes of azure and throat of snow, Tell me what my heart would know!

Every dream I dream of you Has a love-thought in it, And a hope, a kiss or two, Something dear and something true, Telling me each minute, With three words it whispers clear What my heart from you would hear.