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When was it that love died? We were so fond, / So very fond a little while ago. / With leaping pulses, and blood all aglow, / We dreamed about a sweeter life beyond,
When we should dwell together as one heart, / And scarce could wait that happy time to come. / Now side by side we sit with lips quite dumb, / And feel ourselves a thousand miles apart.