| Now that you don’t know me
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| Is it gone forever, past?
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| Now my rock has crumbled
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| In the stormy winter blast
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| Now the world is darkening
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| As I watch the farewell train
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| Though once she spoke within me
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| Strange, may never see you again
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| Now the wind is asking:
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| How a rock so firm can fall
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| Then the breeze he murmurs
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| She rose not to save death’s call
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| Now the leaves are rustling
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| Do I hear them speak a name
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| That waits round every corner
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| Strange, may never see you again
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| Little girl, lilting lilac
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| Autumn Queen, by this quiet brook
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| Once you lay, breathing softly
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| Now I watch the ashes burn
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| A stranger who may not return
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| Rose with the dawn
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| Sailed on the morning tide
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| Take this, shining acorn
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| Treasure it, through joy and sorrow
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| When you’re old, tired and lonely
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| Open it — a voice will sigh
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| A memory that went drifting by
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| Upon the tide that swept you from my side
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| Now the bells are calling
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| I must tread the homeward track
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| Leave the whispering ripples
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| For the next part I must act
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| Though I gave the whole world
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| She remembers not my name
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| That star beneath the bright lights
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| Strange may never see you again |