If you should tire of loving me

Some one of our far days,

Oh, never start to hide your heart

Or cover thought with praise.

 

For every word you would not say

Be sure my heart has heard,

So go from me all silently

Without a kiss or word;

 

For God must give you happiness,

And Oh, it may befall

In listening long to Heaven-song

I may not care at all!

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