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When ich Dich liebe was geht es Dich an	A
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I	-
THE air is full of the peal of bells	B
The rhythmical pealing of marriage bells	B
But athwart and above their ringing	C
Throbbing clear like the light of a star	D
Lost in the sunrise I hear afar	D
The skylark's jubilant singing	C
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II	-
The clouds all woollen and white on high	-
Like flocks of heavenly sheep go by	-
Go through heaven's sapphire meadows	E
While here on the earth's green meadows deep	F
In sapphire flowers our earthly sheep	F
Loll in their loitering shadows	E
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III	-
Come we will sit by the wayside here	G
They must cross this field to the chapel dear	H
The loved by the side for her lover	I
Grey through the glimmer of vernal green	J
Its time worn tower may just be seen	J
Through the yews which curtain it over	I
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IV	-
Nay little brother why should I pine	K
Dare a violet ask that the sun should shine	K
The shining sun shine for it solely	L
Lowly it lifteth its meek blue eye	-
And yields up its soul to the sun on high	-
Nor asks for love loving so wholly	L
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V	L
He passed by the garden where snow white and red	M
I tended the flowers which give us our bread	M
And watered my lilies and roses	N
He passed and repassed both early and late	O
And lingering often would lean on the gate	O
While I tied for him one of my posies	N
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VI	-
Day after day would he pass this way	P
And his smiling was sweet as the flowers of May	P
Or the scent of the bee haunted clover	I
And a softer flame seemed to light up his eye	-
Than the lily white moon's in the rose hued sky	-
Ere the blush of the May day is over	I
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VII	-
Aye day after day he would stop on his way	P
While the trees were in leaf and the meadows were gay	P
And the curled little lambs were grazing	C
As he went or returned in the waning light	Q
From the smoke capped city whose lamps by night	Q
Turn the black clouds red with their blazing	C
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VIII	-
It's a year to day when the young sun sets	N
Since I gave him that first bunch of violets	N
From the root on the grave of our mother	I
Though thou seest them not with the bodily eye	-
The language of flowers much better than I	-
I know that thou knowest my brother	I
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IX	N
Violets then golden daffodils	N
Which the light of the sun like a wine cup fills	N
Tall tulips like flames upspringing	C
Golden brown wallflowers bright as his locks	N
Marigolds balsams and perfumed stocks	N
Whose scent's like a blackbird's singing	C
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X	N
You see my darling I never forget	R
Aye those were your own very words ere yet	R
Our father lost his all in yon city	L
Where the people they say in their struggle for gold	S
Become like wild beasts and the feeble and old	S
Are trampled upon without pity	L
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XI	L
Poor father was better to day for the smile	T
Of the sun seemed to gladden him too for awhile	T
As he sat by the bright little casement	L
With buttercups heaped on his knees without stint	L
Which deeming them childishly fresh from the mint	L
He counted in chuckling amazement	L
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XII	L
The air is full of the peal of bells	L
The rhythmical pealing of marriage bells	L
And there floats o'er the fields o'er the fallows	L
Borne on the wind with the wind blown chimes	L
From the old house hidden in older limes	L
A chatter of maidens and swallows	L
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XIII	L
Ah give me the flowers the last year was all	U
In tune with the flowers from the spring to the fall	U
And with singing of birds in the bowers	L
And once ah look not so angry dear	H
He whispered so softly I scarce could hear	G
'You yourself are the flower of all flowers '	-
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XIV	-
But oh when the wind was loud in the trees	L
When the fluttering petals snowed down on the leas	L
And the dim sun went out like an ember	I
He stood by the gate all drenched with the mist	L
And I gave him my last Christmas rose which he kissed	L
For the last time that last of November	I
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XV	-
Say could he help if a hope as sweet	L
As the wild thyme had sprouted under his feet	L
If his face in my heart is enfolden	K
As the sun smit globes of the summer rain	K
Reflect and hold and refract again	K
The sun the eternally golden	K
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XVI	-
He cometh he cometh oh brother there	V
Ah would that you saw the glint of his hair	V
For he looks like that saint in the story	L
Whom you loved so to hear of in days of old	L
Till he lit up your dreams with his curls of gold	L
Exhaling a mystical glory	L
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XVII	-
The unseen wings of the morning air	V
Fan his brow and ruffle his hair	V
As he steps with a stately measure	I
White daisies under his feet are spread	L
White butterflies hover above his head	L
White clouds high up in the azure	I
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XVIII	-
Pelt him with sunlit April rain	K
Rain which ripens the earth hid grain	K
Which brings up the grass and the heather	I
Hark at the peal of the bridal bells	L
How their musical chiming swells and swells	L
As they enter the church door together	I
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XIX	L
Let us go hence now 'tis over the twain	K
One will they be when they pass here again	K
All my flowers in their pathway I scatter	I
Though he forget me as yesterday's rose	L
My heart with a sweet tender feeling o'erflows	L
If I love him to whom can it matter	I
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XX	L
Yea let us go now the stile love is here	G
Henceforth I live but for thee What a tear	V
Splashed on thy hand Nay a drop from the shower	I
That has passed over for yon on that dark	C
Ominous cloud dearest brother the arc	C
Of the Lord's bow now breaks into flower	I

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