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THE VIOLIN
Forever! Ah, he comes no more—my lover!
And all my spirit wrapped in trance-like sleep,
Darkling I dream that such a night doth cover
His grief with hush as deep.
Forever! Ah, he comes no more—my lover!
And all my spirit wrapped in trance-like sleep,
Darkling I dream that such a night doth cover
His grief with hush as deep.