When while there is sunshine
I make hay; and haste not toward me,
I think i shall wait solemnly
By the riverside come moon or gale.
And the night is dark and soothing
More than any prophecy i could give
And as i surmount all odds i could live
By the rule that for one there is one,
That when eyes see my heart charms
And we shall win today in our thinking
Because i am no more sinking
And a man may not hold me,
But he calls out my sweet name
And chooses me over every other dame.
And i've learnt that the heart knows all
And i still love you out of all the men at the ball
Because your head smells so sweet
And your nose is musty and airy
And because i love you most truly
How's that for real soothsaying?
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