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If all God's world a garden were, If women were but flowers; If men were bees that busied there, Through all the summer hours, -- Oh I would hum God's garden through For honey, till I came to you
lowe, 1910
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If eyes like thine can falsely shine, I'll cease to look for truth on earth, If lips so sweet can breathe deceit, Ne'er trust I more to woman's worth.
[Byron] lowe, 1910.
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