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A WISH
Could I roll off two heavy years
That lie on me like lead;
And see you past their cloudy tears,
Nor dream that you are dead.
That lie on me like lead;
And see you past their cloudy tears,
Nor dream that you are dead.
I would not touch your lips, your hair,
Your breast, that once were mine;
Ah! not for me in Faith's despair
Love's sacramental wine.
Your breast, that once were mine;
Ah! not for me in Faith's despair
Love's sacramental wine.
Find you I must for only this
In some new earth or heaven,
To bare my sorry heart, and kiss
Your feet and be forgiven.
In some new earth or heaven,
To bare my sorry heart, and kiss
Your feet and be forgiven.
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