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If I should wake tomorrow
To see your face again
To raise myself towards your light
It will not be too soon.
The soft-hope voice that takes my hand
The breath that calms all fear
Your love-grown ivy fingers
Enshroud me for all time.

If I should die tomorrow
I shall not leave you here
As in your heart my love will grow
As yours in mine has too.
And from those eyes which gazed with mine
No tears should fall for me
For I have lived in hallowed halls
The love you gave to me.

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