Regret
After a grey day's forgetting
Was the red of this sun's setting,
And the ache of my regretting.
To-night my bed is a rack,
I die painful for love's lack...
O! My Beloved, come back! come back!
Was the red of this sun's setting,
And the ache of my regretting.
To-night my bed is a rack,
I die painful for love's lack...
O! My Beloved, come back! come back!
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