THE QUESTION
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The sea moans and the stars are bright,The leaves lisp 'neath a rolling moon.I shut my eyes against the nightAnd make believe the time is June--The June that left us over-soon. This is the path and this the placeWe sat and watched the moving sea,And I the moonlight on your face.We were not happy--woe is me,Happiness is but memory! It seemeth, now that you are gone,My heart a measured pain doth keep:--Are you now, as I am, alone?Do you make merry, do you weep?In whose arms are you now asleep?
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