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Thomas Moore - Oft, in the Stilly Night
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Oft, in the stilly night, 
     Ere slumber`s chain has bound me,
     Fond memory brings the light
     Of other days around me;
     The smiles, the tears,
     Of boyhood`s years,
     The words of love then spoken;
     The eyes that shone,
     Now dimm`d and gone,
   The cheerful hearts now broken!
   Thus, in the stilly night,
   Ere slumber`s chain hath bound me,
   Sad memory brings the light
   Of other days around me.

   When I remember all
   The friends, so link`d together,
   I`ve seen around me fall,
   Like leaves in wintry weather;
   I feel like one
   Who treads alone
   Some banquet-hall deserted,
   Whose lights are fled,
   Whose garlands dead,
   And all but he departed!
   Thus, in the stilly night,
   Ere slumber`s chain has bound me,
   Sad memory brings the light
   Of other days around me.
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