A Wink From Hesper, Falling Fast In The Wintry Sky, Comes Through The Even Blue, Dear, Like A Word From You . . . Is It Good-Bye? Across The Miles Between Us I Send You Sigh For Sigh. Good-Night, Sweet Friend, Good-Night: Till Life And All Take Flight, Never Good-Bye.
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