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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


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