156 You love me—you are sure— I shall not fear mistake— I shall not cheated wake— Some grinning morn— To find the Sunrise left— And Orchards—unbereft— And Dollie—gone! I need not start—you`re sure— That night will never be— When frightened—home to Thee I run— To find the windows dark— And no more Dollie—mark— Quite none? Be sure you`re sure—you know— I`ll bear it better now— If you`ll just tell me so— Than when—a little dull Balm grown— Over this pain of mine— You sting—again!SourceThe script ran 0.004 seconds.
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