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As one who cons at evening o’er an album all alone And muses on the faces of the friends that he has known So I turn the leaves of Fancy till in shadowy design I find the smiling features of an old sweetheart of mine.
As one who cons at evening o’er an album all alone And muses on the faces of the friends that he has known So I turn the leaves of Fancy till in shadowy design I find the smiling features of an old sweetheart of mine.
