What have you done for me, dear one, With eyes so true? This grim old world looks golden bright Because of you. What have you done for me, dear heart, With lips so true? The words of others kindly seem Because of you. What have you done for me, dear heart, With hands so true? The clasp of others heartfelt feels Because of you. Queen of my heart and Queen of Queens With love so true, The years would drag with leaden feet Wer't not for you.
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