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FANCIES
Is it only on fancies
That I could be
A sea shell tossed
Neath the deepest sea
Is it only in dreams
In that i could dare
To be amidst a bouquet
In your raven hair
Is it only laughter
That lives on a breeze
A mind that romantic
Notions shalt please
For you sweet voice
Shalt never cease to be
A pleasanter note
In a musical memory
It is only these things
That make me strong
For to lose them, my love
Would be dead, ere long. |