I Dream of her the whole night long,
The pillows with my tears are wet.
I wake, I seek amid the throng
The courage to forget.
Yet still, as night comes round, I dread,
With unavailing fears,
The dawn that finds, beneath my head,
The pillows wet with tears.
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