Thomas Hardy - The pa**er-by lyrics

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Thomas Hardy - The pa**er-by lyrics

He used to pa**, well-trimmed and brushed,   My window every day, And when I smiled on him he blushed, That youth, quite as a girl might; aye,   In the shyest way. Thus often did he pa** hereby,   That youth of bounding gait, Until the one who blushed was I, And he became, as here I sate,   My joy, my fate. And now he pa**es by no more,   That youth I loved too true! I grieve should he, as here of yore, Pa** elsewhere, seated in his view,   Some maiden new! If such should be, alas for her!   He'll make her feel him dear, Become her daily comforter, Then tire him of her beauteous gear,   And disappear!

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