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Loneliness

Rating: 2.7

On Where's the use to write ?

What can I tell you, dear ?

Just that I want you so

Who are not near.
Just that I miss the lamp whose blessed light
Was God's own moon to shine upon my night,
And newly mourn each new day's lost delight
Just — oh, it will not ease my pain —

That I am lonely

Until I see you once again,

You — you only.

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