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When Love comes singing to his heartThat would not wake for me, I think that I shall know his joyBy my own ecstasy1.
And tho' the sea were all between,The time their hands shall meet, My heart will know his happiness,So wildly it will beat.
And when he bends above her mouth,Rejoicing for his sake, My soul will sing a little song,But oh, my heart will break.
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