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I dwelt alone In a world of moan And my

I dwelt alone
In a world of moan
And my soul was a stagnant tide
Till the fair and gentle Eulalie became my blushing bride
Till the yellow haired young Eulalie became my smiling bride.
Ah less less bright
The stars of the night
Than the eyes of the radiant girl!
That the vapor can make
With the moon tints of purple and pearl
Can vie with the modest Eulalie's most unregarded curl
Can compare with the bright eyed Eulalie's most humble and careless
curl.
Now Doubt now Pain
Come never again
For her soul gives me sigh for sigh
And all day long
Shines bright and strong
Astarte within the sky
While ever to her dear Eulalie upturns her matron eye
While ever to her young Eulalie upturns her violet eye. .

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