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I gave my life to another lover,
I gave my love, and all, and all–
But over a dream the past will hover,
Out of a dream the past will call.

I tear myself from sleep with a shiver
But on my breast a kiss is hot,
And by my bed the ghostly giver
Is waiting tho’ I see him not.

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