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She is neither pink nor pale, / And she never will be all mine;
She learned her hands in a fairy-tale, / And her mouth on a valentine.
She has more hair than she needs;
/ In the sun 'tis a woe to me
And her voice is a string of coloured beads, / Or steps leading into the sea.
She loves me all that she can, / And her ways to my ways resign;
But she was not made for any man, / And she never will be all mine.