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Do I dream, dear love, of the years that live / In memory's sacred bower? / Do I vision again in the twilight, / Midst quiet of the evening hour, / That I hold you close as in days that fled, / And whisper "Dear love, dear love," / While I fancy you murmur "Forever," / My girl, from your home above?
Do I speak to you vainly, my darling, / And fancy I see you yet? / Do I dream, as the shadows are falling.