The Golden-Haired Girl In A Louisiana Town

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You are a sunrise,

If a star should rise instead of the sun.

You are a moonrise,

If a star should come, in the place of the moon.

You are the spring,

If a face should bloom,

Instead of an apple-bough.

You are my love

If your heart is as kind

As your young eyes now.

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