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THE LOST WORD by OLIVER MURRAY EDWARDS

First Line: I OFTEN WONDER IF BLASE
Last Line: THERE IS NO WORD BLASé.
Subject(s): HEARTS; LOVE AFFAIRS;
I often wonder if Blasé
Is but a thin veneer,
Or if it is an armor plate
When loving hearts are near.
'Tis in the sobbing of the wind
And patter of the rain,
And in the touch of loving hearts
Life ebbs and flows again.

Then cast aside thy aloofness—
Thy symbol of Blasé,
And let thy laughter ring again
As in the olden day;
And let the sunshine from thy soul
Cheer others on their way;
In loving service thou wilt find
There is no word Blasé.



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