AGAIN.
And shall I meet you once again? My friend of other years—My heart is filled with joy and pain, With smiles subdued by tears.
'T is years on years since we have met As something more than friends;Those brief, bright joys—shall we forget Each love-dream as it ends?
Or shall we garner up each word That blessed us as it fell?The sweet, sad thoughts by memory stirred, We feel, but never tell!
Can this be wrong for you and I— Such friends as we have been—To love our past, the dear gone-by, We were so happy in?
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