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Broken Waves.

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The sun is lying on the garden-wall,     The full red rose is sweetening all the air,     The day is happier than a dream most fair;     The evening weaves afar a wide-spread pall,     And lo! sun, day, and rose, no longer there!     I have a lover now my life is young,     I have a love to keep this many a day;     My heart will hold it when my life is gray,     My love will last although my heart be wrung.     My life, my heart, my love shall fade away!     O lover loved, the day has only gone!     In death or life, our love can only go;     Never forgotten is the joy we know,     We follow memory when life is done:     No wave is lost in all the tides that flow.

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