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She was standing by her mirror |
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Brushing out her curls and braids |
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That evening had arranged the night before |
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She noticed her pale cheeks |
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As were seen through haggard eyes |
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That suggested conversation in the morning |
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I have reached and scraped and borrowed |
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I have all but paid the price |
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As was ordered and was needed for the balance |
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Turning to her husband she so carefully said |
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My dear what put that idea in your head? |
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Voices cried in silence or crept stealthily away |
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Left shimmering with rigid lips compressed |
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To watch over him and prey |
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Bring him up the Christian way |
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And now what can I say that's less profane |
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Maybe I was in his power |
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I didn't mean to tell you this |
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Though I don't intend to share them to their full |
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Extent |
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If it's sorry that we feel about it |
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Then with feeling I do respect |
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I am the most undisciplined of man |
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We are thrown out of our bedclothes |
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Instead of slumbering away |
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And a smile spreads like a sunbeam through your face |
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I am willing to bear my part |
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I've been hasty I've been surprised |
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And for this I'm only partially prepared |