NEVERMORE.
'T is over for ever and ever, my dear, Our love and the hope it bore;Our dream is dead, and I bow my head, And my heart sighs "nevermore."
Nevermore in the long, long years, my dear, That the circling ages bring,We shall walk for aye in the changeless gray Of the shadows that they fling.
We shall drift away from each other, my dear, On the weird, wild sea of years,Where neither can know of the passionate flow Of the other's regretful tears.
But oft in the days to come, my dear, Will a lingering love ariseFrom the distant shore, and shall stand before Our wistfully weeping eyes.
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