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Were thine that special face The face that fills my dreaming Were thine the rivened grace Were thine the form so lithe and slender Were thine the arms so warm, so tender Were thine the kiss divine Were thine the love for me The love that fills my dreaming When all these charms are thine Then you'll be mine, all mine I wrote a poem in classic style I wrote it with my tongue in my cheek And my lips in a smile But today my poem has a meaning so new For to my surprise it suddenly applies To my darling, to you Were thine that special face The face that fills my dreaming Were thine the rivened grace Were thine the form so lithe and slender Were thine the arms so warm, so tender Were thine the kiss divine Were thine the love for me The love that fills my dreaming When all these charms are thine Then you'll be mine, all mine When all these charms are thine Then you'll be mine, all mine