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A YEAR AGO.

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!

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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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