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Oh, tell me, tell me that he loves me,
That he is there, that he’s still mine,
That I am not forsaken crazy
And that I haven’t crossed the line.

Oh, tell me, tell me that he’s dreaming,
And that wherever he may be,
As to a lighthouse, brightly beaming,
His thoughts are always drawn to me.

Oh, tell me, tell me it’s uncertain,
How fate unfolds its mystic dance,
That there is hope beyond the curtain,
And that we still may stand a chance.