SOUL to soul and face to face
One long year ago we met, -
Never since ... This is the place ...
Dust between and tears, - and yet
I would not o'erlive that night!
Will the morning never come?
Yea, lips move, tho' hearts are dumb,
Blind eyes look - and lose the light.
You are wiser now, you say.
So am I: we both have grown
From our old selves quite away.
Voices ring another tone, -
Is it not the same old song?
Oft some half-sung interlude
Voices thro' my solitude,
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