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If I were in the valley-land,
And you far up the mountain blue,
Would you just turn and wave your hand,
And bid me strive to follow you?
And you far up the mountain blue,
Would you just turn and wave your hand,
And bid me strive to follow you?
If I were in the tossing sea,
And you upon the quiet shore,
Would you send out your help to me,
And bid me to my life once more?
And you upon the quiet shore,
Would you send out your help to me,
And bid me to my life once more?
If I were cast from heaven's gate,
And you within so glad and fair,
I know you would come forth and wait
Beside me, love, in my despair.
And you within so glad and fair,
I know you would come forth and wait
Beside me, love, in my despair.
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