Supper comes at five o’clock,
At six the evening star,
My lover comes at eight o’clock—
But eight o’clock is far.
How could I bear my pain all day
Unless I watched to see
The clock hands laboring to bring
Eight o’clock to me.
Supper comes at five o’clock,
At six the evening star,
My lover comes at eight o’clock—
But eight o’clock is far.
How could I bear my pain all day
Unless I watched to see
The clock hands laboring to bring
Eight o’clock to me.
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