HE.That belle, whose eyes are bright as day,
Whose hair's all gold, she now is mine.
Her dress is perfect, ladies say;
She plays Chopin with art almost divine.
For her my life I'd gladly give,
If so she might the happier live.
SHE.Augustus Beacon Somerset
And I have pledged unending love,
So fair a one I never met;
He dances like an angel from above!
Twice would I gladly die, in truth,
So Heaven would spare the lovely youth.
HE.What if our former love returned,
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