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WHEN I am glad I need your eyes / To be the stars of Paradise; / Your lips to be the seal of all / The joy life grants, and dreams recall; / Your hand, to lie my hands between / What time we walk the garden green.
But most in grief I need your face / To lean to mine in the desert place; / Your lips to mock the evil years, / To sweeten me my cup of tears, / Your eyes to shine, in cloud's despite, / Your hands to hold mine through the night.