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Lise

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IF I were a cloud in heaven,
I would hang over thee;
If I were a star of even,
I ’d rise and set for thee;
For love, life, light, were given
Thy ministers to be.

If I were a wind’s low laughter,
I ’d kiss thy hair;
Or a sunbeam coming after,

Lie on thy forehead fair;
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