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I laid, with all its burdens,
My tired head on your breast.
I felt your arms enfold me;
All doubts were swept away;
Oh, darling, if you love me,
Bid that bright dream to stay.

Oh, sweetheart, if you love me,
Why don't you tell me so?
My heart is listening, listening,
To hear the whisper low;
All love and hope and longing
It holds has turned to you.
Oh, tell me that you love me,
And make my dream come true!
Oh, tell me that you love me,
And make my dream come true!