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AFTER THE MOUNTAINS.
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For with memories I am haunted,
Till the silence seems to beat
With the music of your talking
And the coming of your feet.
Till the silence seems to beat
With the music of your talking
And the coming of your feet.
Turn towards me, from the distance,
Sweetest Heart, your gentle eyes;
Though far off I sure shall see them,—
Stars are farther in the skies.
Sweetest Heart, your gentle eyes;
Though far off I sure shall see them,—
Stars are farther in the skies.
