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Eleanor.
No, no, you must not talk to me of that,
You must not. There are things one must forget -
One should at least. But ah! it is so hard.
One must be happier than I can be
To be able to forget past happiness.
But, Lionel, what you call yesterday
Seems to me parted from my present self
By a whole other life lived in the dark,
I know not when. Ah! surely yesterday
Is long ago when all its hopes are dead,
And Eleanor is dead who lived in it
And loved you - oh did love you. Do not think
I am all heartless. I did love you more
Than you will know now ever.
Let me go,
Let go my hand - not now - oh! Lionel,
We are not each other's now.
Lionel.
Did love me, did?
Is that a long ago too? My own love
You love me now. Yes love me. Look at me.
You'll keep your faith. You dare not say again
We are not each other's now.
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A March Night
A Messenger
A Mother's Cry
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Dead Amy
Deserted
Dreaming
Glad Waves
Going
How The Brook Sings
If
In The Storm
In The Sunshine
Looking Downstairs
Mary Lost
Never Again
Night Whispers
On The Lake
On The Shore
Our Lily
Passing Away
Perjured
Safe
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The Blush Rose
The Gift
The Heiress' Wooer
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The Land Of Happy Dreams
The Old Year Out
The Red Star On The Hill
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The Setting Star
The Shadow Of A Cloud
To And Fro
To One Of Many
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