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"When the stars are softly smiling-,
Thro' the lone and silent night, Then I think of thee and heaven,
With a holy, calm delight; For thy spirit is so radiant
In its love and purity, That whene'er I dream of angels,
I am dreaming still of thee.
There are hours when dreary shadows,
Cast their gloom upon my heart, When I think how well I love thee,
When I feel that we must part; For I know there is no other,
E'er can be so dear to me, And whene'er of love I'm dreaming,
I am dreaming still of thee.
I am dreaming of thee, dearest,
Still I dream of thee alone; We shall meet again in heaven,
There our spirits shall he one; For the earth when thou wert near me,
Was a paradise to me, And whene'er I dream of heaven,
I am dreaming still of thee. |
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