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I am looking for Love. Has he passed this way, / With eyes as blue as the skies of May, / And a face as fair as the summer dawn? -- / You answer back, but I wander on, -- / For you say: "Oh, yes; but his eyes were gray, / And his face as dim as a rainy day."
Good friends, I query, I search for Love; / His eyes are as blue as the skies above, / And his smile as bright as the midst of May / When the truce-bird pipes: Has he passed this way?