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Thou still art mine
Thou still art mine; I still am thine;
What more can I desire?
From morn to night, from dark to light,
This sets my heart on fire!
I still am thine; Thou still art mine;
Let fear and doubting cease.
Tho' lightnings flash, and thunders crash,
My soul shall rest in peace.
Thou still art mine; I still am Thine;
What is the world's decoy?
Her sweets are small, and blent with gall--
Ours is a diviner joy.
I still am thine; Thou still art mine;
Let nought our souls divide;
Till trials past, we stand at last
As Bridegoom and as Bride.
William H Wooster -- 1925
Thoughts Of You
Sometimes when I awake,
And prepare to face the day,
For one tender moment,
There is someone who has,
Thoughts of you.
When days have passed,
Since we last spoke a word,
And a piece of me is missing,
There is someone who
has,
Thoughts of you.
Yes, we may be miles apart,
The distance too great to see,
But with each sunrise and sunset,
There is someone who has,
Thoughts of you.
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