  Gray eyes, with your haunting, piercing trait, And your infernal deadly bliss, Around my heart still entwins a kiss. Though shame am I to relate. Gray eyes, this game fate is ruling, Though many are the sad spirits That conscience has seen, From a lonely bench in the park amid the green, With an aching, burning heart No thoughts of you were cooling. Gray eyes, answer me with your dreamy look, Ah! that loving, tender smile’s a traitor, Sad reflections we both see, The last spark in my heart its took, And I have learned to be your hater. |
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