The Face I Love
Think of things
Like daffodils
And peaceful sheep
Oh clovered hills
The morning sun
The whippoorwills
And you'll see the face I love
Think of any old sky
Getting ready to cry
Down comes the rain
But it's rainning confetti
Then think of things
Like bar-room fires
To brue-green ice
And Sunday smiles
And in your hand
A wishing star
The one you thought
Too far above
Every lovely view
Introduces you
To the face I love
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