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'Twas a year ago and the moon was bright / (Oh, I remember so well, so well), / I walked with my love in a sea of light, / And the voice of my sweet was a silver bell.
And sudden the moon grew strangely dull, / And sudden my love had taken wing; / I looked on the face of a grinning skull, / I strained to my heart a ghastly thing.
'Twas but fantasy, for my love lay still / In my arms with her tender eyes aglow, / And she wondered why my lips were chill, / Why I was silent and kissed her so.
A year has gone and the moon is bright, / A gibbous moon like a ghost of woe; / I sit by a new-made grave tonight, / And my heart is broken -- it's strange, you know.