I'll Explain.
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If you'll only come back, dearest,
And take my eager hand,
That has sought so long to find you,
I can make you understand.
Oh! my heart! it is but mocking,
You will never come again,
For the dead care not to hear us,
Howsoever we explain.
And take my eager hand,
That has sought so long to find you,
I can make you understand.
Oh! my heart! it is but mocking,
You will never come again,
For the dead care not to hear us,
Howsoever we explain.
