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A Pause

O! do you hear the rain
Beat on the glass in vain?
So my tears beat against fate's feet
In vain . . . in vain . . . in vain . . .

O! do you see the skies
As gray as your grave eyes?
O! do you hear the wind, my dear,
That sighs and sighs and sighs . . .

. . . Tired as this twilight seems
My soul droops sad with dreams . . .
You cannot know where we two go
In dreams . . . in dreams . . . in dreams.

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