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Once in the dear dead days beyond recall |
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When on the world the mists began to fall |
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Out of the dreams that rose in happy throng |
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Low to our hearts love sung an old sweet song |
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And in the dusk where fell the firelight gleam |
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Softly it wove itself into our dream |
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Just a song at twilight, when the lights are low |
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And the flickering shadows softly come and go |
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Though the heart be weary sad the day and long |
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Still to us at twilight comes love's old song |
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Comes love's own sweet song |
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Even today we hear love's song of yore |
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Deep in our hearts it dwells forevermore |
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Footsteps may falter, weary grow the way |
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Still we can hear it at the close of day |
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So till the end, when life's dim shadows fall |
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Love will be found the sweetest song of all |
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Just a song at twilight, when the lights are low |
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And the flickering shadows softly come and go |
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Though the heart be weary sad the day and long |
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Still to us at twilight comes love's old song |
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Comes love's own sweet song |