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He came from his palace grand;

He came to my cottage door;

His words were few, but his look

Will linger for evermore,

The look in his sad, dark eyes,

More tender than words could be.

But I was nothing to him,

And he was the world to me.

There in her garden she stands,

All dressed in fine satin and lace,


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