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SOMETHING has made the world so changed, / Something is lost from field and sky, / And the earth and sun are sadly estranged, / And the songs of Nature seemed turned to a cry.
Yet I heard my blithe little neighbor tell / How fair is the spring to see.
Ah, well, -- / Perhaps the change is in me.
Something has gone from your smile, sweetheart; / Something I miss from your look, your tone.
Though you stand quite near, we are still apart, / You may clasp me close, but I feel alone.
Yet over and over your love you tell, / And as you say, it must be.
Ah, well, -- / Perhaps the change is in me.