(Words by Jesse Fauset)
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On summer afternoons I sit
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Quiescent by you in the park,
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And idly watch the sunbeams gild
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And tint the ash tree's bark.
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Or else I watch the squirrles frisk
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And chaffer in the grassy lane;
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And all the while I mark your voice
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Break with love and pain.
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I know a woman who would give
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Her chance of heaven to take my place;
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To see the love-light in your eyes,
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The love-glow on your face!
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And there's a man whose lightest word
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Can set my chilly blood afire;
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Fulfillment of his least behest
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Defines my life's desire.
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But he will none of me. Nor I
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Of you. Nor you of her. 'Tis said
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the world is full of justs like these.
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I wish that I were dead.
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La Vie C'est La Vie
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| The Roches |
