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O - Oh Genevieve OH GENEVIEVE Oh Genevieve, I'd give the world To live again the lovely past! The rose of youth was dew-impearled But now it withers in the blast. I see thy face in ev'ry dream, My waking tho'ts are full of thee Thy glance is in the starry beam That falls along the summer sea. cho: Oh Genevieve, sweet Genevieve, The days may come, the days may go But still the hands of mem'ry weave The blissful dreams of long ago filename[ OGENVIEV @courtship @age @nostalgia SW ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY=== |
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