A half-hour more and you will lean To gather me close in the old sweet way But oh, to the woman over the sea Who will come at the close of day? A half-hour more and I will hear The key in the latch and the strong, quick tread But oh, the woman over the sea Waiting at dusk for one who is dead!
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