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TO-MORROW.
I'll press thy hand to-morrow,
I'll look into thine eyes,
They will lighten a burden of sorrow
Like the summer's azure skies
Enlighten the soul to dreaming
Of wonderous love far there,
With the benedition of deeming
That life is something but care.
I'll look into thine eyes,
They will lighten a burden of sorrow
Like the summer's azure skies
Enlighten the soul to dreaming
Of wonderous love far there,
With the benedition of deeming
That life is something but care.
We'll stroll together to-morrow,
To-morrow until the dawn—
Nepenthe sweet I shall borrow
Until the day is gone,
And when the sun is setting
And the flowers are kissed by the dew,
I'll part with regretting,
To wander and dream of you.
To-morrow until the dawn—
Nepenthe sweet I shall borrow
Until the day is gone,
And when the sun is setting
And the flowers are kissed by the dew,
I'll part with regretting,
To wander and dream of you.
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