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THROUGH ITS LONG NIGHT OF GLOOM
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I was a child when we met, And young when thy spirit fled,The bitter soul-drops gush'd When they told me thou wast dead.Seldom until that hour Had grief won a tear from me;And few have I shed since then That did not flow for thee.
I never breathe thy name, Though none be round to hear;I dare not trust the air With the sound that was once so dear.Few know that I ever loved, None deem I love thee now;Oh that thou still wert here, Or I were cold as thou!
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