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MY love is fairer than the tasseled corn
That matches with its gold the golden day;
My love is sweeter than the breath of morn
Fragrant with new-mown hay.
There 's nothing dearer or more tender,
And day by day the Graces lend her
A smile, a tear, to bind the heart
And keep it hers alway!
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