| I followed her into the west
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| Where I had never been before
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| And never did she see me as
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| I stood there helpless by the door
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| Each day my resolution rose
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| And every day an oath I swore:
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| Tonight I’d stand and be a man;
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| Tonight I’d knock upon her door
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| And shaved and pressed and cleaned and dressed
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| I’d start upon the quest once more
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| But each night ended as the rest:
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| I could not knock upon her door
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| I paced my room and cursed myself;
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| I swore that I would go no more
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| When, as the sun was sinking low
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| I heard a knocking at my door
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| And standing there with food for me;
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| Standing there, my heart’s delight!
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| Who said, «I thought you must be ill
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| I missed you at my door tonight
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| «Now you must rest and you must sleep
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| Your resolution to restore
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| And when these dishes you return
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| Be sure to knock upon my door.» |