Stay the April winds from calling
And the Autumn leaves from falling.
Stay the angry billow's roll—
Or the yearnings of the soul.
When thou'st made these things to be,
I will cease from loving thee.
And the Autumn leaves from falling.
Stay the angry billow's roll—
Or the yearnings of the soul.
When thou'st made these things to be,
I will cease from loving thee.
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