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I I LOVE my life, but not too well | |
To give it to thee like a flower, | |
So it may pleasure thee to dwell | |
Deep in its perfume but an hour. | |
I love my life, but not too well. | 5 |
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I love my life, but not too well | |
To sing it note by note away, | |
So to thy soul the song may tell | |
The beauty of the desolate day. | |
I love my life, but not too well. | 10 |
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I love my life, but not too well | |
To cast it like a cloak on thine, | |
Against the storms that sound and swell | |
Between thy lonely heart and mine. | |
I love my life, but not too well. | 15 |
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II Your love is like a blue blue wave | |
The little rainbows play in. | |
Your love is like a mountain cave | |
Cool shadows darkly stay in. | |
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It thrills me like great gales at war, | 20 |
It soothes like softest singing. | |
It bears me where clear rivers are, | |
With reeds and rushes swinging; | |
Or out to pearly shores afar | |
Where temple bells are ringing. | 25 |
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III And is it pain to you | |
That we must love and part? | |
Ah, if you only knew | |
The gladness in my heart! | |
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Love is enough. Each day | 30 |
I look upon the sun, | |
He loves me! I shall say, | |
Now is my life begun. | |
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He loves me! Every night, | |
On the dark verge of sleep | 35 |
The rapture will alight | |
And to my bosom creep. | |
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Peace, for I should not dare | |
A keener joy implore. | |
My soul shall feel no care | 40 |
Until you love no more. | |
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