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May the Lord's shining grace be yours, love |
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May the happiest face be yours, love |
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May the last fingertips |
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That touch these two lips |
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As life from me slips be yours, love |
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May the fruit of my toil be yours, love |
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May the food from my soil be yours love |
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And from this moment on |
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May a love that is strong |
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And lives on and on be yours, love |
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May the sons that I raise be yours, love |
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May the comforts that I praise be yours, love |
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And if I ever get weak |
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May the love words I speak |
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And the arms that I seek be yours, love |
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May the Lord's shining grace... |
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May the Lord's shining grace... |
