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Only a song of joy
Wind-blown over the heather,
Somewhere two little hearts
Thrill and throb together.

Ah, far 'mid the nethermost spheres
Life and Death live together;
And deep is their love, without tears,
For they laugh at the shadowss of years—
And yet there rings in my ears
Only a song of joy
Wind-blown over the heather.
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