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  Ah! dead for the love of me,
    Poor heart!
  Broken, and vainly, for me!

Weighed down by a woe too heavy to hold,
  She died unmurmuringly;
And I, remorseful and unconsolcd,
I dream of the wasted days of old,
  And the heart that was broken for me,-
    Poor heart!
  Broken so vainly for me!

And my soul cries out in its bitter pain
  For the bliss that cannot be,—
For the love that never can come again,
For the sweet young life that was lived in vain,
  And the heart that was broken for me,—
    Poor heart!
  Broken and buried for me!