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DAY RETURNS (Robert Burns) The day returns, my bosom burns, The blissful day we twa did meet: Tho winter wild in tempest toil'd, Ne'er summer-sun was half sae sweet. That a'the pride that loads the tide, And crosses o'er the sultry line, Than kingly robes, than crowns and globes, Heav'n gave me more - it made thee mine! While day and night can bring delight, Or Nature aught of pleasure qive, While joys above my mind can move, For thee, and thee alone, I live! When that grim foe of Life below Comes in between to make us part, The iron hand that breaks our band, It breaks my bliss, it breaks my heart! tune: The Seventh of November (231) @Scottish @love @parting filename[ DAYRETRN TUNE FILE: DAYRETRN CLICK TO PLAY ARB |
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