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Lock on my heart (in security),
Your clasp I suffer patiently;
For cold and hard as ever you be
You were not made for eternity;
A greater power has cut your key.
Lock on my heart, listen to me:
I suffer your clasp yet graciously.
Sweet moments hence now we shall see
Lock, you and I and love—all three:
You were not made for eternity;
A soft sweet hand now warms your key.
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