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SYLVIA (M) Oley Speaks (1914), (L)Clinton Scollard Recorded by: Paul Robson (1948) Also recorded by: Ambrose & His Orchestra, V. Sam Browne (11th April 1933) Sylvia's hair is like the night, Touched with glancing starry beams; Such a face as drifts thro' dreams, This is Sylvia to the sight. And the touch of Sylvia's hand Is as light as milkweed down, When the meads are golden brown And the autumn fills the land Silvia just the echoing Of her voice brings back to me, From the depths of memory, All the loveliness of spring Sylvia! Sylvia! Such a face as drifts thro' dreams, This is Sylvia to the sight.

    


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