"Crede tantum."
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Love never dies: it cannot die;
Nor flood, nor fire, nor rending heaven,
Can make the heart its life deny,
Or gather back the gift once given.
Nor flood, nor fire, nor rending heaven,
Can make the heart its life deny,
Or gather back the gift once given.
There comes a Spring for every snow,
For every death a life hereafter;
And they whose tears have bitterest flow,
Shall fill their lips with sweetest laughter.
For every death a life hereafter;
And they whose tears have bitterest flow,
Shall fill their lips with sweetest laughter.
