Weep not friend
The days of fiends
Is so soon to end
Weep not friend
Love comes.
Tick tock
Says the clock.
Bid the time,
Heed the clock.
Weep not friend,
Love comes.
Love rides,
From foes to hide,
Be still friend,
To your arms she rides.
Weep not friend,
Love comes
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