Inconstancy
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Joseph Seamon Cotter
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Blue eyes, gray eyes,
All the eyes that be,
Hold within their changing depths
Wealth of charm to me.
Dark-eyed maid, of moment's fancy,
Gay as stars above;
Is it you that I adore,
Or is it Love I love?
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