for the jewel of my soul,
and she is it and doesn't know,
and another thinks she is,
and another grows very curious,
another lends her ear,
and another married a cruel, stupid man,
still another wants to run away
my life and reason with a smile that
could break the blazing sky,
where in the world do you
keep your quiet home?
will i be a gray and tired man
before the day?
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