Sicilian Song
Ye black and roguish eyes,
If ye command,
Each house in ruins lies,
No town can stand.
And shall my bosom's chain, —
This plaster wall, —
To think one moment, deign, —
Shall it not fall?
If ye command,
Each house in ruins lies,
No town can stand.
And shall my bosom's chain, —
This plaster wall, —
To think one moment, deign, —
Shall it not fall?
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