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Alone I sit

Men toil, unheeding, unheeded

Swift sets the sun, fast forms the mist

Carefree once

Oh, grim the day, and black the past

The sun sets, and my soul would rest

Come to me, smile to me

Softly my love, steal to my heart

What seekest thou, Oh Soul

I sought in love

Spied a girl a spot so gay

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