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"there they buried him."
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And I cried in pain,
" Oh, my self I buried
Come to life again !"
Answered to my weeping
Only falling rain.
Out among the mountains
Came I once more ;
Summer sun was shining,
The storms were o'er ;
And a hand that loved me
Gathered of my vine
Tender grapes to cheer me,
Nectar passing wine ;
And two lips that loved me
Sealed mine,
And a heart that loved me
Healed mine.
