  If I only had a photo Of my happy days To hang on this wall of misery, That’s weakening my better ways. Oh! come, oh! gentle vision, Of long, long ago, And make that happy picture That I once use to know. Paint those beautiful eyes, That did always shine And liven my trembling lips That they taught to speak words unkind. Why my lips us to part With a loving, tender smile, But those days are stolen That meant me life worth while. |
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