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 ONCE MORE

HE rustling pine-trees overhead. I What do they say to me? Once more I part with one now dead, Beside the dashing sea.

Once more we stand there, hand-in-hand, Upon that lonely shore; Hopes break as waves upon the sand, And love must live no more.

Once more I gaze in those dark eyes That seem the world to me; Once more my heart awakes and sighs For what can never be.