| May the earth be soft beneath your feet
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| May the air you breathe be sweet
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| And I cannot rest my love on a vacant heart
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| So I pray, my love, my dear, that you will speak
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| Sweet
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| May the stars rest low above your head
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| May their light cast out where you might dread
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| May the whispering winds carry words so soft and sweet
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| From me, my love, my sweet
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| And I think that you are the most beautiful thing that I have seen
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| In years, the years
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| The years move on, our hearts beat soft
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| The years, the years
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| The years move on, our hearts beat softly
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| And I think that you are the most beautiful thing that I have seen
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| In years, the years
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| The years move on, our hearts beat soft
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| The years, the years
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| The years move on, our hearts beat soft
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| May the sun move slow to warm you, dear
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| May its rays dry up your tears
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| May the waking dawn bring the love you seek
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| May your heart be strong my love my sweet |