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When hearts are trumps

A Rose from her hair.

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She gave me a rose from her hair, And she hid her young heart within it. I could hardly speak from despair, Till she gave that rose from her hair, And leaned out over the stair With a blush as she stooped to pin it. She gave me a rose from her hair, And she hid her young heart within it.

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