I loved her when our days were young And love her now though she is gone For her my melodies were sung And all my dreams built upon.
Tears of the heart, their silent flow Diminishes and peace returns, Exiting from grief to go Where hope within the temple burns.
The humbled heart beats faster now As love must widen to embrace Each soul, the truth within to know, Divinity in every face.
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