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Forevermore



                   In India, land of my dreams,

               Ah, where my heart's vision gleams,

                          May I be blest.


              O, Death, come take me by my hand


               And lead me to my loved one's land,
                        From life distressed.



                 Alas, for Thee, long years I weep,

                   O sing me peacefully to sleep,

                          Gently caressed.



                   Then lay me at Beloved's feet
               And with the dust, my form secrete,


                         There let me rest.













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