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Heal me with your love,
Fold me in your heart;
Let me think not of
The long years apart.

Let me no more weep,
Lying on your breast;
Kiss my soul to sleep,
There it would find rest.

I shall no more go
Lonely on my way;
We shall only know
Love, each happy day.

Tears and sorrow over,
Eased the aching smart.
Fold me, O my lover,
Ever in your heart!
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