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- ah, to have you with me
- through the passing of my time
- when spring’s all honeyed blossoms
- or the winter winds unwind,
- when summer’s fruits are plenty,
- or autumn’s painted gold;
- be the air so warm with passion,
- or tinged with northern cold.
- If the cotton clouds are flying,
- or the shadowed mountains rain,
- I would have you with me
- through the passing of my pain.
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