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Wax not too impatient with me,
If among my newer lays
Some sad chords resound too clearly
From the songs of olden days.
Only wait! even now is dying
This faint echo of my pain,
And a May of song will blossom
From a heart made whole again.
If among my newer lays
Some sad chords resound too clearly
From the songs of olden days.
Only wait! even now is dying
This faint echo of my pain,
And a May of song will blossom
From a heart made whole again.
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