If grief for grief can touch thee, If answering woe for woe, If any truth can melt thee Come to me now! I cannot be more lonely, More drear I cannot be! My worn heart beats so wildly `Twill break for thee— And when the world despises— When Heaven repels my prayer— Will not mine angel comfort? Mine idol hear? Yes, by the tears I`m poured, By all my hours of pain O I shall surely win thee, Beloved, again!SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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