The sweet song you sang with love to me,
Melodic, harmonic, euphonic!
How lovers sigh, smitten for ever.
It was there, when the heart was all lone,
Solitude, despondent, nostalgic!
The chorus we adored, played again.
The love in each verse flew from the heart,
Heavenly, unsullied, angelic!
How divine that ditty was invoked.
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