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Without Thee, my Love. The arch of the unclear is bright and serene; There's beauty around us, there's beauty above, But I cannot be happy without thee, my love, As the joy of my heart, I cannot be happy without thee, my love. The breezes that wander are gentle and sweet, The daisies are pretty that bloom at our feet; The birds singing sweetly around us appear, But I cannot be happy without thee, my dear, As the star of my life, I cannot be happy without thee, my dear. The leaf of the flower new beauties unfold, And often the swans sit all purple and gold. This twas all this glory descends from above; But I cannot be happy without thee my love As my one golden dream Cannot be happy without thee, my love. E. A. Barnes