Fires of Driftwood by Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
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page 81 of 107 (75%)
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Callous Cupid CUPID does not care for sighs Does not care for lover's weeping! Fair One, dry your pretty eyes, Cupid does not care for sighs, Laugh with him if you are wise, Steel the heart he has in keeping; Cupid does not care for sighs Does not care for lover's weeping! The Meeting SHE flitted by me on the stair-- A moment since I knew not of her. A look, a smile--she passed! but where She flitted by me on the stair Joy cradled exquisite despair; For who am I that I should love her? She flitted by me on the stair-- A moment since I knew not of her! |
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