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|To a Lost Love|
I seek no more to bridge the gulf that lies|
Betwixt our separate ways;
For vainly my heart prays,
Hope droops her head and dies;
I see the sad, tired answer in your eyes.
I did not heed, and yet the stars were clear;|
Dreaming that love could mate
Lives grown so separate;
But at the best, my dear,
I see we should not have been very near.
I knew the end before the end was nigh:|
The stars have grown so plain;
Vainly I sigh, in vain
For things that come to some,
But unto you and me will never come.
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