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   Love is Beauty
   Billy Blakes' house is a tumble down in a back street row for the poor
There are broken panes and clapping boards And splintery, crooked floors.
The side door trellis is broken down And a rose vine clambers through. The
kitchen stoop has lost a board The old cellar door lacks two The weeds
really push their way among broken bottles and tin cans to get to the light
of day. But pansies bloom in a corner nook. A lovely elm sways over the lot
And on it's top most branch there sways A cardinal gay with red topknot. He
whistles a love tune for a mate. He sings: "My Dear, if you'll come to me
We will build our home in the lovely spot And be as happy as Billy must be.
   
  
beauty