205 I should not dare to leave my friend, Because—because if he should die While I was gone—and I—too late— Should reach the Heart that wanted me— If I should disappoint the eyes That hunted—hunted so—to see— And could not bear to shut until They "noticed" me—they noticed me— If I should stab the patient faith So sure I`d come—so sure I`d come— It listening—listening—went to sleep— Telling my tardy name— My Heart would wish it broke before— Since breaking then—since breaking then— Were useless as next morning`s sun— Where midnight frosts—had lain!SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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