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The Widow

THE BALTIMORE SUN

When I remember now the love we shared,

The tenderness with which we used to reach

one another when the moment flared

Into a passion that consumed us each;

When I remember all the sweet concern

That sheltered us from angry wind and storm,

The loyalty that steadfastly did burn

To keep our hearts and spirits ever-warm;

When I remember all of this, it seems

Like some hallucination I have framed

That has the essence of dim, distant dreams

Where all that was is nothing as proclaimed --

And so much does this feeling wear me out,

That I who know it true, begin to doubt.

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