When my dear Love is absent
When my dear Love is absent,
And in lonely grief I stand,
My bosom is an Egypt
With a famine in the land.
But when she cometh to me
With a tender, trusting smile,
My bosom is an Egypt
With an overflowing Nile.
And in lonely grief I stand,
My bosom is an Egypt
With a famine in the land.
But when she cometh to me
With a tender, trusting smile,
My bosom is an Egypt
With an overflowing Nile.
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