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Could we dig up this long－buried treasure， |
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Were it worth the pleasure， |
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We never could learn love's song， |
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We are parted too long． |
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Could the passionate past that is fled |
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Call back its dead， |
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Could we live it all over again， |
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Were it worth the pain！ |
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I remember we used to meet |
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By an ivied seat， |
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And you warbled each pretty word |
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With the air of a bird； |
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And your voice had a quaver in it， |
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Just like a linnet， |
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And shook， as the blackbird's throat |
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With its last big note； |
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And your eyes， they were green and grey |
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Like an April day， |
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But lit into amethyst |
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When I stooped and kissed； |
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And your mouth， it would never smile |
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For a long， long while， |
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Then it rippled all over with laughter |
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Five minutes after． |
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You were always afraid of a shower， |
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Just like a flower： |
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I remember you started and ran |
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When the rain began． |
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I remember I never could catch you， |
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For no one could match you， |
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You had wonderful， luminous， fleet， |
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Little wings to your feet． |
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I remember your hair － did I tie it? |
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For it always ran riot |
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Like a tangled sunbeam of gold： |
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These things are old． |
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I remember so well the room， |
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And the lilac bloom |
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That beat at the dripping pane |
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In the warm June rain； |
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And the colour of your gown， |
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It was amber－brown， |
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And two yellow satin bows |
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From your shoulders rose． |
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And the handkerchief of French lace |
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Which you held to your face |
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Had a small tear left a stain? |
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Or was it the rain? |
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On your hand as it waved adieu |
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There were veins of blue； |
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In your voice as it said good－bye |
| [01:43.05] |
Was a petulant cry， |
| [01:44.92] |
'You have only wasted your life．' |
| [01:47.43] |
（Ah， that was the knife！） |
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When I rushed through the garden gate |
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It was all too late． |
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Could we live it over again， |
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Were it worth the pain， |
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Could the passionate past that is fled |
| [02:02.30] |
Call back its dead！ |
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Well， if my heart must break， |
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Dear love， for your sake， |
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It will break in music， I know， |
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Poets' hearts break so． |
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But strange that I was not told |
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That the brain can hold |
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In a tiny ivory cell |
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God's heaven and hell． |
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