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ADIEU
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I listen, and hope's fickle glow
Fades away.
Why mock my grief? If you can go—
Wherefore stay?
In all the past we still were true,
You and I, love;
Few words suffice to bid adieu,
Few to die, love;
The loneliest stand face to face,
Disunited,
And thoughts of love that strain through space
Are requited!
