Come e're the beams of morning
Steal from the drowsy hours
the dew
Ere blushing day returning
Her golden dreams persue
Lightly her thoughts are straying
Come e're the beams of morning
Steal from her rosy lips their dew
While blushing smiles are burning
And dreams bright dreams persue
While dewey flowrs are sleeping
Lightly her thoughts are playing
While gentle smiles are straying
Like whispers
Like ziphers round her brain
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