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Never the nightingale;Oh, my dear,Never again the lark,Thou wilt hear.Though dusk and the morning stillTap at thy window-sill,Though ever love call and call,Thou wilt not hear at all,My dear, my dear.Adelaide Crapsey
Never the nightingale;Oh, my dear,Never again the lark,Thou wilt hear.Though dusk and the morning stillTap at thy window-sill,Though ever love call and call,Thou wilt not hear at all,My dear, my dear.Adelaide Crapsey
Never the nightingale;Oh, my dear,Never again the lark,Thou wilt hear.Though dusk and the morning stillTap at thy window-sill,Though ever love call and call,Thou wilt not hear at all,My dear, my dear.
Never the nightingale;
Oh, my dear,
Never again the lark,
Thou wilt hear.
Though dusk and the morning still
Tap at thy window-sill,
Though ever love call and call,
Thou wilt not hear at all,
My dear, my dear.
Adelaide Crapsey