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 He bought my soul, but even so, My face is all that he has seen, His is the only face I know, And in the dark church, like a screen, It shuts God out; it comes between;

While in some narrow foreign street Or loitering on the crowded quay, Who knows what others he may meet To turn his eyes away from me? Many are fair to such as he!

There is but one for such as I To love, to hate, to hunger for; I shall, perhaps, grow old and die, With one short day to spend and store, One night, in all my life, no more.

Just so the long days come and go, Yet this one sin I will not tell Though Mary's heart is as frozen snow And all nights are cold for one warmed too well. But, oh! ma Doué! the nights of Hell!