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I left you in the morning, / And in the morning glow, / You walked a way beside me / To make me sad to go.
Do you know me in the gloaming, / Gaunt and dusty grey with roaming?
Are you dumb because you know me not, / Or dumb because you know?
All for me? And not a question / For the faded flowers gay / That could take me from beside you / For the ages of a day?
They are yours, and be the measure / Of their worth for you to treasure, / The measure of the little while / That I've been long away.