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  I was not sorrowful, I could not weep,
    And all my memories were put to sleep.
 
    I watched the river grow more white and strange,
    All day till evening I watched it change.
 
    All day till evening I watched the rain
    Beat wearily upon the window pane.
 
    I was not sorrowful, but only tired
    Of everything that ever I desired.
 
    Her lips, her eyes, all day became to me
    The shadow of a shadow utterly.
 
    All day mine hunger for her heart became
    Oblivion, until the evening came,
 
    And left me sorrowful, inclined to weep,
    With all my memories that could not sleep.
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