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O BRANCH OF FRAGRANT BLOSSOM.
O Branch of fragrant blossom,
How the heart in my bosom
Lay heaving before you with hopeless sigh;
Till your voice grew low and tender,
And a soft, love-lit splendour
Shone out to save me from your dark, dreamy eye.
How the heart in my bosom
Lay heaving before you with hopeless sigh;
Till your voice grew low and tender,
And a soft, love-lit splendour
Shone out to save me from your dark, dreamy eye.
O branch of rosy blossom,
Radiant bride of my bosom,
My heart heaves no longer with hopeless sigh;
For you 're the blessed shadow
Upon my burning meadow,
My sunshine in winter, and my love till I die.
Radiant bride of my bosom,
My heart heaves no longer with hopeless sigh;
For you 're the blessed shadow
Upon my burning meadow,
My sunshine in winter, and my love till I die.
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