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In the gloaming, oh my darling, |
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when the lights are soft and low |
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and the quiet shadows falling |
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softly come and softly go.. |
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When the trees are sobbing faintly |
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with a gentle unknown woe, |
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will you think of me and love me, |
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as you did once long ago..? |
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In the gloaming, oh my darling, |
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think not bitterly of me. |
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Though I passed away in silence |
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left you lonely, set you free.. |
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For my heart was tossed with longing, |
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what had been could never be. |
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It was best to leave you, thus, dear, |
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best for you and best for me.. |
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In the gloaming, oh my darling, |
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when the lights are soft and low, |
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will you think of me and love me, |
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as you did once long ago..? |
