through tree-spread shades of evening gray,
glistening, sneaks each golden ray:
rich sunlight and my heart, playing in your eyes,
igniting -- love? -- oh the guise!
improbable, impossible! there is no way.
your lips so sweet, your hair so full, so giggly
alas, that timid smile hiding what I'll never see:
what you think, girl, what you think of me.
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