Silent stars gleam so cold,
Night wind moans, leafless trees rattle.
What life beyond this stream,
So sleeps the ice-clad dream below
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Wake, filled with thoughts of you
Your picture and the memories
Of evenings which we spent
In our yesterdays
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Remember when;
Found a poem by Wordsworth
That described you near perfect
Accused you of holdin' out on me
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These lonesome nights last forever
When I miss you most, it's hardest to write
And you can tell when I force the words
The ache of it all and I can't tell you
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One recluse finds another
They lived in the country
He took care of the livestock
And wrote his love for her
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Never say my heart was not true,
Though absence may indicate as much
I could no more part from myself
As from my soul, which in you does lie
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Saw her again today
I see her everywhere
In the sunrise
In the sunset
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To kiss her or not to kiss her
That was the question that governed
The days and shadows of the night
Kissin' her would have changed it all
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Full moon reflected on ripplin' water
She walked carefully over to a rock
Raised up her skirt and sat down
And let her feet soak in the cool water
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