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How well I remember, darling,
In the beautiful long ago,
When we pledged our love with kisses
Down by the brooklet's flow,
Where the shadows come and go.


Now, I am broken-hearted;
The light of my soul hath fled:
A weary pilgrim waiting
To join the ranks of the dead,
And lay down my weary head.


Alone in the moonlight watching,
At her grave I lay me low,
While the winds are blowing by me
And my darling under the snow,
Buried forever, joy with woe.