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LIFE AND JOY
It were too strong a bliss for thee to die;
The tide of joy would so well round my heart,
That through the waves life never could depart,
And dying, I should live eternally.
The tide of joy would so well round my heart,
That through the waves life never could depart,
And dying, I should live eternally.
It were too deep a joy for thee to live;
Life would swoon back into the arms of death,
Still feebly crying with her latest breath,
“Myself alone is all that I can give.”
Life would swoon back into the arms of death,
Still feebly crying with her latest breath,
“Myself alone is all that I can give.”
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