The Kiss
I hoped that she would love me,
And she has kissed my mouth,
But I am like a stricken bird
That cannot reach the south.
For though I know she loves me,
To-night my heart is sad;
Her kiss was not so wonderful
As all the dreams I had.
And she has kissed my mouth,
But I am like a stricken bird
That cannot reach the south.
For though I know she loves me,
To-night my heart is sad;
Her kiss was not so wonderful
As all the dreams I had.
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