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H bMS Am 1118.95, Box 9


 One asked, when was the grief?
The robbed one mourner raised his/her[?] head
Her with[?] lips
When - when her answer brief
Eyes hot with tears looked vague
When - when was all she said -

I've lost my way in time somehow
I lost the hours in vain
T'was ages years - t'was ages - yesterday -
Oh shattered heart t'was now -!

How many Winters gone
How many Summers loved[?] their flowers
Since sorrow laid thee low
How many trains of solemn hours
Have passed

What Summer flowered in vain
" winter passed uncheered
What Autumn dyed in rent with pain
Grief's calendar has no hour -


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