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oh not never crossed my heart


Tothink OF thee with love,
For we are severed tar apart


As earth and arch above
And though in many a midnight dream
We've prompted fancy'S brightest theme,
/ never thought that thou couldSt be
More thaa that midnight dream TO me.
A something bright and beautiful


Which must teach me to forget,
Ere can turn 10 meet the dull


Realities that liDger yet.
A something girt with summer flowers,
And laughing eyes and snnny hours;
While I-too we'll know, will be
Not even a midnight dream 10 thee.