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AS USUAL.

IN TRIOLETS.

'Twas a violet blue,

That she plucked me so shy,

In her pert way so true,

'Twas a violet blue,

Might that sweet hand I woo!

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Was there love in that sigh?

'Twas a violet blue

That she plucked me so shy.

'Twas a rapturous kiss,

That I stole in a trice-

Stay sweet moment of bliss!

'Twas a rapturous kiss,

Was there right there a miss,

Rosy gems without price?

'Twas a rapturous kiss,

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