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Untitled MAG
Something I have counted,
On which I have relied,
Is gone just like the morning dew,
Part of me has died.
The dream is over forever,
Suddenly this I know,
Like a splash of water,
On a glistening brow.
The crutch that I have leaned on,
When the world grew grey,
Has found a pretty maiden,
And simply slipped away,
I see him with his other,
And sigh, a little moan,
And feel the world grow grey again-
But this time I'm alone.
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