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To-night they are giving a party,
And the house is all a-blaze,
To and fro at the shining window
A shadow passes and stays.
Thou seest me not; in darkness
I stand in the street apart;
Even less can'st thou pierce the shadows
And look in my sad dark heart.
My darkened heart, it loves thee;
It loves thee and breaks. Its lot
Is to quiver and break, while its life-blood
Flows—and thou seest it not.
And the house is all a-blaze,
To and fro at the shining window
A shadow passes and stays.
Thou seest me not; in darkness
I stand in the street apart;
Even less can'st thou pierce the shadows
And look in my sad dark heart.
My darkened heart, it loves thee;
It loves thee and breaks. Its lot
Is to quiver and break, while its life-blood
Flows—and thou seest it not.
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