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Sitting alone by the window, / Watching the moonlit street, / Bending my head to listen / To the well-known sound of your feet, / I have been wondering, darling, / How I can bear the pain, / When I watch, with sighs and tear-wet eyes, / And wait for your coming in vain.
For I know that a day approaches / When your heart will tire of me; / When by door and gate I may watch and wait / For a form I shall not see; / When the love that is now my heaven, / The kisses that make my life, / You will bestow on another, / And that other will be -- your wife.