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I LEFT you in
the morning,
And in the morning glow,
You walked a
way beside me
To make me sad to go.
Do you know me
in the gloaming,
Gaunt and dusty grey with roaming?
Are you dumb because you know me not,
Or dumb because
you know?
All for me? And not a question
For the
faded flowers gay
That could take me from beside you
For the ages of a day?
They are yours, and be the
measure
Of their worth for you to treasure,
The
measure of the little while
That I've been long away.
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