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To kiss a pair of red lips small / Full many a lover sighs; / If I kiss anything at all, / Let it be Sophy's eyes. / The eyes, the eyes, whose witcheries / Have filled my heart with care; / Too dear I prize the eyes, the eyes / Of Sophy Ribeaupierre.
Were I the Czar, my kingly crown, / My troops and victories, / And fair renown I'd all lay down / To kiss but Sophy's eyes. / The charming eyes, whose witcheries / Have filled my heart with care; / Too dear I prize the charming eyes / Of Sophy Ribeaupierre.