One Little Year
But yester-year I laughed the livelong day
And night, my dear;
So happy, then, my lips forgot to pray,—
For thou wert here.
But now I weep the livelong night and day
On bitter bed;
Quite hopeless, now, my lips refuse to pray—
For thou art dead
And night, my dear;
So happy, then, my lips forgot to pray,—
For thou wert here.
But now I weep the livelong night and day
On bitter bed;
Quite hopeless, now, my lips refuse to pray—
For thou art dead
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