Kathleen, with her lovely face,
With her smoke-wreathed smile.
Kathleen, with her enchanted touch,
Afterward, she'd smile and smile.
Kathleen, with her warm embrace,
Who entered my life with no warning,
Then was gone on a winter morning.
And took with her her dimpled smile.
Kathleen, with her secret smile,
She passed too swiftly through my life,
And now is someone else's wife
But, I fear, she's lost her smile.
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