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Coo softly, my sweetest dove

A tune, for my harp shall play

A song, flowing gently, with the stream

That comes and goes, as it may

Let verdant grounds, caress my feet

Lush, from the springtime rain

Then carry me, on the wings of love

So I may return home, again


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