ALICE.
Alice, I have ever loved thee—
Alice, I will love thee still;
Thou art gone for ever from me,—
It is well—it was thy will.
Alice, I will love thee still;
Thou art gone for ever from me,—
It is well—it was thy will.
Hast thou found a heart to love thee
With deep passion like to mine?
No other love could ever move me,
Still to thee fond memories twine.
With deep passion like to mine?
No other love could ever move me,
Still to thee fond memories twine.
Fair and frail one, I adore thee,
Loving evermore the same;
I would not lose the spell cast o'er me,
Though I die beneath its flame.
Loving evermore the same;
I would not lose the spell cast o'er me,
Though I die beneath its flame.
Could I dream thou wouldst deceive me,
Doubt those loving lips of thine,
Doubt those loving lips of thine,
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