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ECHOES FROM LONG AGO.
I hear the voice of one I loved,Once long ago it seems,
She seems to tempt that same old love,
She seems to call those same old dreams.
Ah, had she known this heart of mine,
Ah, known its burning pain!
Its holocaust can never flame
In that old love again.
Full many tears that ne'er were shed,
Lie stagnate on the soul,
And many hearts with secret kept
Seethe like a moistened coal.
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