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Three years have slowly passed away,
 And I wander still alone
No hope beams on my weary soul,
 No beacon lights my home.

I found my heart's best treasure false;
 Her love had passed away,
As shadows vanish from the hills
 Just at the close of day.

The smile that used to deck her face
 Has changed to sober pride;
And as she walks in the gloaming old,
 A stranger's by her side.

I wonder much she could forget
 Her plighted love to me,
And how my face would beam with smiles
 At her merry voice of glee.

But I have proved the maiden false:
 Another calls her wife;
Another shields her from the ills
 That strew the path of life.