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1. My love lay there, In the shadow of my hair, As my glossy raven tresses downward flow; And dark as midnight's cloud, They fell o'er him like a cloud, They fell o'er him like a shroud Ah, does he now remember it or no? 2. With a comb of gold each night I combed my tresses bright; But the sportive zephr tossed them to and fro; So I pressed them in a heap, For my love whereon to sleep: Ah! does he now remember it or no? |
3. He said he loved to gaze On my tresses' flowing maze, And the midnight of my dark Moorish eyes; And he vowed 'twould give him pain Should his love be all in vain; So he won me with his praises and his sighs. 4. Then I flung my raven hair As a mantle o'er him there, Encircling him within its mazy flow; And pillowed on my breast, He lay in sweet unrest. Ah! does he now remember it or no? |
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