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As when a dew-drop glitters Upon a bud at dawn, As when a single jewel Upon a ring is borne, As when the sky the starlight, A cave a crystal holds, So too my heart your portrait For ever more enfolds.

The hills will change to valleys, The ocean will run dry, The sun will shine no longer, The gleaming moonlight die; The heart will cease its beating Within my living breast, Before my love that blazes For you will sink to rest.