One night I shall die
When the air is soft
And all are dreaming
And it shall knock
Your mind so sudden
And leave it fuming
But I warrant
My darling
Must not weep
To leave her eyes
Wounded and smarting
And drench her blouse
When the air is freezing
The soul has no
Tenderness,
To capture every grief
In bitterness
And possess no heartTo break and part.
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