With all my heart,
I sing to thee;
Surrendering
On bended knee.
Yet with these gifts,
I yearn to give
Professing love;
I ne'er so long shall live.
For I a queen
and he my king.
And at my whim
was everything.
Would ne'er be more
that you've given me.
Your tender face.
Your gentle deed.
That I could fly
O'er yonder sea.
And bid thee love
On fragile wing.
And when my heart
should overflow
upon myself,
'Tis then you'd know.
And when my heart
should overflow
upon myself,
'Tis then you'll know.
That I could fly,
should then you know.

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