Beloved so true,
The only consolation,
My 'Daya', are you
If e'er there is a pleasure
Searched the world thro'
If e'er there is a treasure,
My 'Daya', 'tis you.
And now that life be over,
Naught care I to do,
but fly from earthly cover,
My 'Daya', to you.
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