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Rh Don’t wait, don’t wait for your friend… because He’s sleeping and dreaming too.

Aye, sleeping long.… You remember how He stabbed our hearts with his cries? And oh, the dew of pain on his brow, And the deeps of pain in his eyes! And, Teddy Bear! you remember, too, As he sighed and sank to his rest, How all of a sudden he smiled to you, And he clutched you close to his breast.

I’ll put you away, little Teddy Bear, In the cupboard far from my sight; Maybe he’ll come and he’ll kiss you there, A wee white ghost in the night. But me, I’ll live with my love and pain A weariful lifetime through; And my Hope: will I see him again, again? Ah, God! If I only knew!