Her love is true I know,Much more trueThan angel’s love;For angels love in heavenWhere a thousand harpsAre playing.She loves in a tenementWhere the only musicShe hearsIs the cry of street car brakesAnd the toot of automobile hornsAnd the drip of a kitchen spigotAll day.Her love is true I know.
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