He loves! If in the bygone years Thine eyes have ever shed Tears - bitter, unavailing tears, For one untimely dead - If in the eventide of life Sad thoughts of her arise, Then let the memory of thy wife Plead for my boy - he dies! He dies! If fondly laid aside In some old cabinet, Memorials of thy long-dead bride Lie, dearly treasured yet, Then let her hallowed bridal dress - Her little dainty gloves - Her withered flowers - her faded tress - Plead for my boy - he loves!SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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