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Should I tire of the language
 Of beautiful eyes,
And weary of melody
 Written in sighs?

If life were but floating
 By one dear one's side,
Should we long for the haven,
 Or turn of the tide?

Still through the shadows
 We grope to the sea:
The world is before us,
 And I, love, choose Thee!

X IN THE DARK, IN THE DEW

In the dark, in the dew
I am smiling back to you,
But you cannot see the smile,
And you're thinking all the while
How I turn my face from you,
In the dark, in the dew.

In the dark, in the dew
All my love goes out to you,
Flutters like a bird in pain,
Dies and comes to life again,
While you whisper, "Sweetest, hark,
Some one's sighing in the dark,
In the dark, in the dew!"

In the dark, in the dew,
All my heart cries out to you,

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