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isn't more night than day! . . . &rsquo;Tis rain - y

al - ways find the May! . . . We have had our

ev - er He leads the way. . . . Aye,  God of the

weath-er, my dar - ling,. . Time's waves, they heav - i - ly

May, my dar - ling,. . And our ros - es, long a -

night, my dar - ling&mdash; Of the night of death, so

run,. . . . . But  tak - ing  the year to -

go,. . . . . And the time of the year is

grim!. . . . . The gate  that leads out of