Is not she with tears on her face,
More lovely than her with a smile?
Her eyes adorned with little pearls,
Her cheeks rosy all the while.
Is she not the loveliest of all,
Is she not the one you'd ask at the ball,
To dance across the marble floor,
And all her sorrows on you to pour?
Is not she who cries the loveliest of all?
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