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When a girl's sixteen and as poor as she's pretty	A
And she hasn't a friend and she hasn't a home	B
Heigh ho She's as safe in Paris city	A
As a lamb night strayed where the wild wolves roam	B
And that was I oh it's seven years now	C
Some water's run down the Seine since then	D
And I've almost forgotten the pangs and the tears now	C
And I've almost taken the measure of men	D
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Oh I found me a lover who loved me only	A
Artist and poet and almost a boy	E
And my heart was bruised and my life was lonely	A
And him I adored with a wonderful joy	E
If he'd come to me with his pockets empty	A
How we'd have laughed in a garret gay	F
But he was rich and in radiant plenty	A
We lived in a villa at Viroflay	A
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Then came the War and of bliss bereft me	A
Then came the call and he went away	F
All that he had in the world he left me	A
With the rose wreathed villa at Viroflay	A
Then came the news and the tragic story	A
My hero my splendid lover was dead	G
Sword in hand on the field of glory	A
And he died with my name on his lips they said	G
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So here am I in my widow's mourning	H
The weeds I've really no right to wear	I
And women fix me with eyes of scorning	H
Call me cocotte but I do not care	I
And men look at me with eyes that borrow	J
The brightness of love but I turn away	F
Alone say I I will live with Sorrow	J
In my little villa at Viroflay	A
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And lo I'm living alone with Pity	A
And they say that pity from love's not far	K
Let me tell you all last week in the city	A
I took the metro at Saint Lazare	F
And the carriage was crowded to overflowing	H
And when there entered at Chateaudun	D
Two wounded poilus with medals showing	H
I eagerly gave my seat to one	D
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You should have seen them they'd slipped death's clutches	L
But sadder a sight you will rarely find	M
One had a leg off and walked on crutches	N
The other a bit of a boy was blind	M
And they both sat down and the lad was trying	H
To grope his way as a blind man tries	O
And half of the women around were crying	H
And some of the men had tears in their eyes	O
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How he stirred me this blind boy clinging	H
Just like a child to his crippled chum	P
But I did not cry Oh no a singing	H
Came to my heart for a year so dumb	P
Then I knew that at three and twenty	A
There is wonderful work to be done	D
Comfort and kindness and joy in plenty	A
Peace and light and love to be won	D
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Oh thought I could mine eyes be given	D
To one who will live in the dark alway	F
To love and to serve 'twould make life Heaven	D
Here in my villa at Viroflay	A
So I left my poilus and now you wonder	Q
Why to day I am so elate	R
Look In the glory of sunshine yonder	Q
They're bringing my blind boy in at the gate	R

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