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For Ever
I joy or grieve
Alone for thee!
Like birds in mating feather,
When nests they weave
In wonted tree,
Our spirits cleave
Together!
Alone for thee!
Like birds in mating feather,
When nests they weave
In wonted tree,
Our spirits cleave
Together!
Though death removes
And grants no grace
To all love's dear endeavour,
It still behooves
My soul to chase
My only love's
For ever!
And grants no grace
To all love's dear endeavour,
It still behooves
My soul to chase
My only love's
For ever!
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