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GONE-NESS.

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'Tis only a maiden's lips,

Yet a maiden's lips are sweet;

And my throbbing breast will not let me rest

Till our lips together meet.

'Tis only a maiden's eye,

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Yet a maiden's eyes are bright,

And I scarely know they are flashing so,

How to read their tale aright.

'Tis only a maiden's voice,

Yet a maiden s voice is clear,

And my heart stands still, and my eyelids fill

At the words I've longed to hear.

'Tis only a maiden's heart,

Yet a maiden's heart is true;

And I clasp her tight, while my heart is light

For she's mine, the whole world through. [Brunonian.

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