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Oh, I am very weary, / Though tears no longer flow; / My eyes are tired of weeping, / My heart is sick of woe;
My life is very lonely / My days pass heavily, / I'm weary of repining; / Wilt thou not come to me?
Oh, didst thou know my longings / For thee, from day to day, / My hopes, so often blighted, / Thou wouldst not thus delay!