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All alone with my heart to-night / I sit, and wonder, and sigh. / What is she like, is she dark, or light, / This other woman who has the right / To love him better than I?
We never have spoken her name, we two; / There was no need somehow, / But she lives, and loves, and her heart is true; / From the very first this much I knew, / So why should it hurt me now.