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I PLAY my sweet old airs- / The airs he knew / When our love was true- / But he does not balk / His determined walk, / And passes up the stairs.
I sing my songs once more, / And presently hear / His footstep near / As if it would stay; / But he goes his way, / And shuts a distant door.
So I wait for another morn / And another night / In this soul-sick blight; / And I wonder much / As I sit, why such / A woman as I was born!