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Upon thy snow-white shoulder
I have rested my weary head!
I heard thy heart beat, and its longing,
Its hopes and its wishes I read.
The blue Hussars are bugling
And riding into the town;
And to-morrow she will desert me,
My dearest and my own!
And if thou wilt leave me to-morrow,
To-day thou art surely my own,
So twofold shall be my rapture
Whilst round me thine arms are thrown.
I have rested my weary head!
I heard thy heart beat, and its longing,
Its hopes and its wishes I read.
The blue Hussars are bugling
And riding into the town;
And to-morrow she will desert me,
My dearest and my own!
And if thou wilt leave me to-morrow,
To-day thou art surely my own,
So twofold shall be my rapture
Whilst round me thine arms are thrown.
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