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Three Women

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My love is young, so young;             Young is her cheek, and her throat,         And life is a song to be sung             With love the word for each note.         Young is her cheek and her throat;             Her eyes have the smile o' May.         And love is the word for each note             In the song of my life to-day.         Her eyes have the smile o' May;             Her heart is the heart of a dove,         And the song of my life to-day             Is love, beautiful love.         Her heart is the heart of a dove,             Ah, would it but fly to my breast         Where lone, beautiful love,             Has made it a downy nest.         Ah, would she but fly to my breast,             My love who is young, so young;         I have made her a downy nest             And life is a song to be sung.

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