Comrades, this man has a nice smile, but he's got iron teeth.
For smiles from reason flowTo brute deny'd, and are of love the food.
I feel in every smile a chain.
Smiles form the channels of a future tear.
There is a snake in thy smile, my dear,And bitter poison within thy tear.
Her very frowns are fairer farThan smiles of other maidens are.
With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye.
In came Mrs. Fezziwig, one vast substantial smile.
From thy own smile I snatched the snake.
Eternal smiles his emptiness betray,As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.
With the smile that was childlike and bland.
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