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I KNOW YOU will win my heart some day, my lover.

Through your stars you gaze deep into my dreams;

You send your secrets in your moonbeams to me, and I muse and my eyes dim with tears.

Your wooing is in the sunny sky thrilling in the tremulous leaves, in the idle hours overflowing with shepherds' piping, in the rain-dimmed dusk when the heart aches with its loneliness.

 

 

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