Lady fair, have we not met In our lives elsewhere ? Darkling in my mind to-night Faint fair faces dare Memory`s old unfaithfulness To what was true and fair. Long of memory is Regret, But what Regret has taken flight Through my memory`s silences ? Lo ! I turn it to the light. `Twas but a pleasure in distress, Too faint and far off for redress. But some light glancing in your hair And in the liquid of your eyes Seem to murmur old good-byes In our lives elsewhere. Have we not met. Lady fair ?SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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