[Have a lover who lives yonder?
Tell me if your heart grew fonder.]
It's a strange love we share, my dear:
I sleep through your days, and you through mine;
And yet when I think of the times we were near,
I spend your days in reposeless recline.
It's a strange love we share - so strange
That when I call you to set things right
On such days, the elements arrange
For you to be asleep after a restless night.
Tell me if your heart grew fonder.]
It's a strange love we share, my dear:
I sleep through your days, and you through mine;
And yet when I think of the times we were near,
I spend your days in reposeless recline.
It's a strange love we share - so strange
That when I call you to set things right
On such days, the elements arrange
For you to be asleep after a restless night.
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