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To I. Albeniz
I cannot say what I would say;
My eyes are filled with tears, dear friend;
Because our life must pass away
And all our sweetest moments end.
My eyes are filled with tears, dear friend;
Because our life must pass away
And all our sweetest moments end.
But yet this privilege is ours,
That hand in hand we twain have trod
The maze of Art's authentic bowers,
And walked with Love and talked with God.
That hand in hand we twain have trod
The maze of Art's authentic bowers,
And walked with Love and talked with God.
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