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When Love comes singing to his heart / That would not wake for me, / I think that I shall know his joy / By my own ecstasy.
And tho' the sea were all between, / The time their hands shall meet, / My heart will know his happiness, / So wildly it will beat.
And when he bends above her mouth, / Rejoicing for his sake, / My soul will sing a little song, / But oh, my heart will break.