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watch her while she sleeps

see me while i weep,

her deep blue eyes would always gleam

her love seemed to be a dream

when she sang to me,

her sweet lips i kissed



see my love it sank beneath a dark and stormy sea

my life lost in foggy mist,

i sink like anchors of steel or stone,

my heart feels as if a broken whalebone

my fingers feel the sorrow

for her love again my weary heart would beg, steal or borrow