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The violets of her eyes, the rose
That on her cheek so softly glows,
The lilies her white hands disclose—
These bloom as sweetly as before,
But the heart is rotten to the core.
That on her cheek so softly glows,
The lilies her white hands disclose—
These bloom as sweetly as before,
But the heart is rotten to the core.
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