Far far from here I'm longing for a place,
Coveting to get it by god's grace,
Having the new aura being muffled,
The beauty residing will make me baffled! ...
Nay, dear one, ask me not to leave thee yet.
Let me a little longer hold thy hand.
Too soon it is to bid me to forget
The joys I was so late to understand.
The future holds but a blank face for me,
The past is all confused with tears and grey,
But the sweet present, while thy smiles I see,
Is perfect sunlight, an unclouded day.
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