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I was all alone at the window
 * On the eve of St. Valentine’s day,

And the moon shed a soft, silver lustre,
 * O’er the earth clad in snowy array.

And I hope, dear, you’ll not think me foolish
 * When you hear what I have to tell,

But sitting alone in the moonlight
 * I thought of the old love-spell.

They say if you stand in the moonlight
 * And pray to St. Valentine

For a glimpse of your future lover
 * In the words of a quaint, old rhyme,

That the good Saint never refuses
 * To answer a prayer sincere,

And the form of the one who loves you
 * That night in your dreams will appear.

So I thought if he listened to others
 * He might answer a prayer of mine,

For you know he’s the friend of lovers,
 * This dear old Saint Valentine.