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| No. 2: Song (Prince Doro) | |
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| Prince Doro. | ||||
| Oh bride of mine, Oh baby wife, | ||||
| In cradledom demurely plighted. | ||||
| Has time dealt kindly with thy life, | ||||
| Since thou and I were first united? | ||||
| Art thou as fair, and yet as fond | ||||
| As in that stage of preparation? | ||||
| Ah! Since those days the wizard’s wand | ||||
| Has worked some wondrous transformation, Has worked some wondrous transformation. |
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| Oh bride of mine, whose smiles or tears Will season all my hopes and fears, How art thou changed in eighteen years, How art thou changed in eighteen years? |
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| Art thou a cold, imperious maid? | ||||
| Or canst thou stoop to homely duty? | ||||
| A scornful Juno, proud and staid? | ||||
| A Hebe blushing in her beauty? | ||||
| Hast thou a brain with lore opprest? | ||||
| With science in its ev’ry section? | ||||
| Or is thy learning in thy breast? | ||||
| Thine only art — to win affection, Thine only art — to win affection? |
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| Oh bride of mine, whose smiles or tears Will season all my hopes and fears, How art thou changed in eighteen years, How art thou changed, |
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| Oh! bride of mine! | ||||
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Page modified 13 January 2010