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No. 13 - Song - Starlight and Chorus - "Pansy."
| Starlight: | Sleeping or waking, there's one little face Haunts me where'er I go; One little form with its beauty and grace Follows me to and fro; One little voice, 'mid the toil and the din, Ever my heart can stir, Waiting and longing, and striving to win One little word from her. Pansy, Pansy, dear little eyes of blue, Soft as the light of a midsummer night When the stars peep through. Pansy, Pansy, just for a word I pine, Bright little merry girl, Sweet little Cherry girl, Dear little Pansy, mine. |
| Ever I wait for a sign I may read, Bidding me hope again; Day after day for her answer I plead, Ever I plead in vain. Cherry-ripe lips hold my happiness bound, Smiling and sweet to see; Would they might whisper the message whose sound Means all the world to me. Pansy, Pansy, dear little eyes of blue, Soft as the light of a midsummer night When the stars peep through. Pansy, Pansy, just for a word I pine, Bright little merry girl, Sweet little Cherry girl, Dear little Pansy, mine. |
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| Chorus: | Pansy, Pansy, dear little eyes of blue, Soft as the light of a midsummer night When the stars peep through. Pansy, Pansy, just for a word I pine, Bright little merry girl, Sweet little Cherry girl, Dear little Pansy, mine. |
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