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Changed? Yes, I will confess it -- I have changed. / I do not love in the old fond way. / I am your friend still -- time has not estranged / One kindly feeling of that vanished day.
But the bright glamour which made life a dream, / The rapture of that time, its sweet content, / Like visions of a sleeper's brain they seem -- / And yet I cannot tell you how they went.