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[By night, when the moon was shining]
By night, when the moon was shining
I went to my true-love's tomb,
And I sat on the grey stone waiting
To see if she would come.
I went to my true-love's tomb,
And I sat on the grey stone waiting
To see if she would come.
Ah, me! and I went long backwards
Through the dreamy fields of the Past:
My soul with tears was bursting,
And my heart was beating fast.
Through the dreamy fields of the Past:
My soul with tears was bursting,
And my heart was beating fast.
The voice of the robin was silent;
The song of the thrush was mute;
But a murmur from the fir trees
Breathed round me like a flute.
The song of the thrush was mute;
But a murmur from the fir trees
Breathed round me like a flute.
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I felt her warm breath on me,
Rich in its smiles and sighs:
I turned and looked with wonder
Into my true-love's eyes.
Rich in its smiles and sighs:
I turned and looked with wonder
Into my true-love's eyes.
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