You Were Never Lovelier
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Sitting at the table I was never able to become the horst's delight. But now you've given me my after dinner story, you were never lovelier, you never so fair; Dreams were never lovelier, pardon me if I stare. Down the sky the moon-beams fly to light your face, I can only say they chose the proper place. You were never lovelier, and to coin a new phrase; never luckier in my palmiest days. Make a note and you can quote me, honor bright, You were never lovelier than you are to night.
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