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Oh! my lonely - lonely - lonely - Pillow! / Where is my lover? Where is my lover? / Is it his bark which my dreary dreams discover? / Far - far away! And alone along the billow?
Oh! my lonely-lonely-lonely-Pillow! / Why must my head ache where his gentle brow lay? / How the long night flags lovelessly and slowly, / And my head droops over thee like the willow!
Oh! thou, my sad and solitary Pillow! / Send me kind dreams to keep my heart from breaking, / In return for the tears I shed upon thee waking; / Let me not die till he comes back o'er the billow.
Then if thou wilt - no more, my lonely Pillow, / In one embrace let these arms again enfold him, / And then expire of the joy - but to behold him! / Oh! my lone bosom! - oh! my lonely Pillow!