| 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 theflick’ring 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 for evermore
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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 theflick’ring 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 |