Shifting hours growing heart pain,
Love's walked out down the lane;
I have search but all in vain,
Winter's growing long.
Curtains down tempers bound me,
All my love is out and free;
No more sunshine there to see,
Just a heartsick song.
Whispering in lonely hours,
Autumn past and rainy showers;
Earth's bound its blooming powers,
Was my passion wrong?
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