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You are not what you used to be,
When we were merry girls;
Your hair,—that floated then so free,
In wild aerial curls,
When we were merry girls;
Your hair,—that floated then so free,
In wild aerial curls,
Or drooping, from your forehead meek,
In beautiful repose,—
Lay light and soft upon your cheek—
A shadow on the rose!—
In beautiful repose,—
Lay light and soft upon your cheek—
A shadow on the rose!—
Is parted, with Madonna grace,
Above a sadden'd brow,
And shades a calm and thoughtful face,
That wears no rose-bloom now!
Above a sadden'd brow,
And shades a calm and thoughtful face,
That wears no rose-bloom now!
You are not what you used to be;
Your girlhood's lightsome mood,
Your springing step and tone of glee,
Are soften'd and subdued.
Your girlhood's lightsome mood,
Your springing step and tone of glee,
Are soften'd and subdued.
