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   Something I have counted,

On which I have relied,

Is gone just like the morning dew,

Part of me has died.



The dream is over forever,

Suddenly this I know,

Like a splash of water,

On a glistening brow.



The crutch that I have leaned on,

When the world grew grey,

Has found a pretty maiden,

And simply slipped away,



I see him with his other,

And sigh, a little moan,

And feel the world grow grey again-

But this time I'm alone.