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Let me lie upon your breast, / Lift me up, and let me twine / 'Round your neck my arms, and rest / With your cheek laid close to mine. / Kiss me, kiss me tenderly; / I am dying now, you know; / Though you feel no love for me, / Clasp me, kiss me, ere I go.
I have lingered many years, / For a moment, love, like this; / Oh! my darling! let no tears / Mar this drop of earthly bliss; / Do not weep because you know / I am dropping off to rest; / I am very glad to go, / Life was wearisome at best.