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Oh night where is thy sister dawn to sigh

From your pagan face veiled in silence droned

Guards my rendezvous dreams to arbor true

Lambert thoughts of you still reside haunted

In this lonely room of musty memories

Your pictures hang like past memorials graved

Dusted in minute years hallow in feelings

I taught my mind to speak in whispers of you

So my heart can not hear the breaking of trust

Yet my feelings still bride to your apron

I pawned and hid among your friends to coast

Now I die a little in each degree you judge

Oh night where is thy sister dawn to sigh