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For Anne Gregory
| ‘Never shall a young man, | | Thrown into despair | | By those great honey-coloured | | Ramparts at your ear, | | Love you for yourself alone | | And not your yellow hair.’ | | | | | | ‘But I can get a hair-dye | | And set such colour there, | | Brown, or black, or carrot, | | That young men in despair | | May love me for myself alone | | And not my yellow
hair.’ | | | | | | ‘I heard an old religious man | | But yesternight declare | | That he had found a text to prove | | That only
God, my dear, | | Could love you for yourself alone | | And not your yellow hair.’ |
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By PanEris
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