Her love is true I know, Much more true Than angel’s love; For angels love in heaven Where a thousand harps Are playing.
She loves in a tenement Where the only music She hears Is the cry of street car brakes And the toot of automobile horns And the drip of a kitchen spigot All day. Her love is true I know.
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