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XIV. AN ADIEU.
Good night, sweet Sorrow,Until to-morrow,
And then we shall dwell together again;
I've known thee long,
Like a mournful song,
Till thou'st grown a part
Of my innermost heart,
And a nestling bird on my pillow of pain.
Sweet little Sorrow,
Come back to-morrow,
I've learned to love thee—remain, remain!
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