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/ Black clouds hung low and heavy, / Above the sunset glare; / And in the garden dimly / We wandered here and there.
/ So full of strife, of trouble / The night was dark, afraid, / Like our own love, so merely / For tears and sighings made.
/ That when it came to parting, / And I must mount and go, / With all my soul I wished it -- / That God would lay me low.