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REMEMBER ME BY DAY, LOVE.
III.Think how I fondly cherishEach look, each tone of thine;How my heart's last hopes must perish,If left by thee to pine.And oh, while far away, Love—Mark the last words that I write—Remember me by day, Love,Remember me by night.
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