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year since we were married, three thousand miles away; It seems so long, sweetheart, and yet— one little year to-day!

It seems as if I'd known you, loved you, held you all my life; And yet—one little year to-day since first I called you wife!

I think we must have lived and loved in some forgotten past, In other forms, as birds or flowers, our earthy essence cast;

As silver birds, in shady groves, have kissed and cooed and kissed, In times agone, until our souls sank back into the mist.