| Love’s small song
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| Love’s small song
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| Though my love is far away
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| I shall sing and wake the day
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| Love’s small song
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| Love’s small song
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| Though my love is ages gone
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| I shall sing love’s small song
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| I shall sing and wake the dawn
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| I’ll make a book of songs for my Anne Marie
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| With every good beginning and every grateful end
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| And every grateful end to close upon a world of good
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| My arms to close upon a world of good
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| As nature’s best pretense as her sweetest lie
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| That branch’s furthest bud to reach a winter sky
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| To reach a winter sky and close upon a world of good
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| My arms to close upon a world of good
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| A garden gate of arms for a fertile field
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| I’ll find a man to hold you as a fountain sealed
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| As a fountain sealed and close upon a world of good
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| My arms to close upon a world of good
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| As sunlight comes to sorry stone
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| So come, my love
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| And take this sorriest stone of all
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| To find a grateful place
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| That warm and sunlit wall
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| My arms to close upon a world of good
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| My arms to close upon a world of good |