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Black is a pearl in a woman's eye.
Black is a pearl in a woman's eye.
As it fell upon a day
In the merry month of May,
Sitting in a pleasant shade
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As it fell upon a day
In the merry month of May,
Sitting in a pleasant shade
Which a grove of myrtles made.
A woman that is like a German clock,
Still a-repairing, ever out of frame,
And never going read more
A woman that is like a German clock,
Still a-repairing, ever out of frame,
And never going aright, being a watch,
But being watched that it may still go right!
Don't forget I know who you are. We were cut from the same surly star. Like two jewels in the read more
Don't forget I know who you are. We were cut from the same surly star. Like two jewels in the sky sharing fire!
Again, the kingdom of heaven is like unto a merchant man, seeking
goodly pearls;
Who, when he had read more
Again, the kingdom of heaven is like unto a merchant man, seeking
goodly pearls;
Who, when he had found one pearl of great price, went and sold
all that he had, and bought it.
There's her cousin, an she were not possessed with a fury,
exceeds her as much in beauty as the read more
There's her cousin, an she were not possessed with a fury,
exceeds her as much in beauty as the first of May doth the last
of December.
A maiden born when Autumn leaves
Are rustling in September's breeze,
A Sapphire on her brow should read more
A maiden born when Autumn leaves
Are rustling in September's breeze,
A Sapphire on her brow should bind,
'Twill cure diseases of the mind.
Take that life, beseech you,
Which I so often owe; but your ring first,
And here the read more
Take that life, beseech you,
Which I so often owe; but your ring first,
And here the bracelet of the truest princess
That ever swore her faith.
Ah! my heart is weary waiting,
Waiting for the May:
Waiting for the pleasant rambles
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Ah! my heart is weary waiting,
Waiting for the May:
Waiting for the pleasant rambles
Where the fragrant hawthorn brambles,
Where the woodbine alternating,
Scent the dewy way;
Ah! my heart is weary, waiting,
Waiting for the May.