How far away the stars seem, and how far is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart.
How far away the stars seem, and how far is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart.
The hour of the waning of love has beset us,And weary and worn are our sad souls nowLet us part, ere the season of passion forget us,With a kiss and a tear on thy drooping brow.
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