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Dorothy Parker - Song In A Minor Key
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    There`s a place I know where the birds swing low, 
         And wayward vines go roaming, 
     Where the lilacs nod, and a marble god 
         Is pale, in scented gloaming. 
     And at sunset there comes a lady fair 
         Whose eyes are deep with yearning. 
     By an old, old gate does the lady wait 
         Her own true love`s returning. 

     But the days go by, and the lilacs die, 
       And trembling birds seek cover; 
   Yet the lady stands, with her long white hands 
       Held out to greet her lover. 
   And it`s there she`ll stay till the shadowy day 
       A monument they grave her. 
   She will always wait by the same old gate, — 
       The gate her true love gave her.
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