Soft o'er the fountain, ling'ring falls the southern moon

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Soft o'er the fountain

"Juanita"

Soft o'er the fountain,
Ling'ring falls the southern moon,
Far o'er the mountain,
Breaks the day too soon;
In thy dark eyes, splendor,
Where the warm light loves to dwell,
Weary looks, yet tender,
Speak their fond farewell.

Nita! Juanita!
Lean thou on my heart.
Nita! Juanita!
Be my own fair bride.


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