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It may not always be so, and I say 
And if your lips which I have loved should touch another's 
And your dear strong fingers clutch her heart 
As mine in time not far away 
 
If on another's face your sweet hair lay 
In such a silence as I know 
Or such great rising words, as uttering overmuch 
Stand helplessly before the spirit at bay 
 
If this should be, I say if this should be you of my heart 
Send me a little word that I may go unto her and take her hands saying 
Accept all happiness from me, then I shall turn my face 
And hear one bird sing terribly afar in the lost lands