Come no longer into my dreams at night;
Haunt you not my memory everyday,
And each thing I see; be not in my sight;
The pain of these is more than I can say;
We can laugh and love together no more;
I can no longer feel your lips on mine;
Though above all others, you I adore,
Hurtful is your memory's poisoned wine;
Mine are the shoulders on which rests the blame;
You'll never know now the words came out wrong;
Knowing then my present feelings of shame,
And how my heart would still sing our love's song,
I'd have told you how much I loved you so,
And I'd not have to ask you now to go
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