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Rh And I cried in pain, " Oh, my self I buried Come to life again !" Answered to my weeping Only falling rain. Out among the mountains Came I once more ; Summer sun was shining, The storms were o'er ; And a hand that loved me Gathered of my vine Tender grapes to cheer me, Nectar passing wine ; And two lips that loved me Sealed mine, And a heart that loved me Healed mine.