Unattainable, The
Tom's album was filled with the pictures of belles Who had captured his manly heart, From the fairy who danced for the front-row swells To the maiden who tooled her cart; But one face as fair as a cloudless dawn Caught my eye, and I said, "Who's this?" "Oh, that," he replied, with a skilful yawn, "Is the girl I couldn't kiss." Her face was the best in the book, no doubt, But I hastily turned the leaf, For my friend had let his cigar go out, And I knew I had bared his grief: For caresses we win and smiles we gain Yield only a transient bliss, And we're all of us prone to sigh in vain For "the girl we couldn't kiss."
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