When starlight melts to morning hue, I miss thee as the flower the dew, When noonday's length'ning shadows flee, I think of thee, I think of thee. Thus evening memories reappear, I watch thy chair and wish thee here, Till sleep my failing fancies free To dream of thee, to dream of thee.
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