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I dwelt alone

In a world of moan,
And my soul was a stagnant tide,
While ever to her young Eulalie upturns her violet eye.
Till the fair and gentle Eulalie became my blushing brideTill the yellow-haired young Eulalie became my smiling bride.

Till the fair and gentle Eulalie became my blushing brideTill the yellow-haired young Eulalie became my smiling bride.

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