I am not sure but my heart might be
stolen
And I don’t know for whom it has
fallen
A beauty you are like the Trojan Hellen
Surely there has been no beauty in
heaven
Wherever my heart is it won’t be
broken
With water from your love it will be
sodden
And day by day it will eventually
soften
I will never forget you I will
remember you often.
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