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REMEMBER ME BY DAY, LOVE.
III.
Think how I fondly cherish
Each look, each tone of thine;
How my heart's last hopes must perish,
If left by thee to pine.
And oh, while far away, Love—
Mark the last words that I write—
Remember me by day, Love,
Remember me by night.

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