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A Desolate Heart

In the luring midnight gust

A restive being heaves a sigh

A sigh of love, a sigh of lust

Bereavement seeming too well-nigh

Bereavement needed much to-night

And by the break of dawn ‘tis right

To mourn the hours of the night

That held that being captive of

A heart so fond yet desolate!

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