thinking, "here today" or "here tomorrow will he come"
and thinking, "this will please him best"
for he will see them on tonight
and with that thought her colour burns;
and, even when she turned, the curse had fallen
was drowned in passing
he is not here; but far away
still she, with wishes, waits for him again
mornings pass and nights fall
in her dreams he calls
my love my love
for what
she
is
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