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Lost
By James Whitcomb Riley.
’Twas a summer ago, when he left me here,
A summer of smiles with never a tear,
Till I said to him, with a sob: my dear,
Good-by, my lover, good-by!
For I love him, oh! as the stars love night!
And my cheeks for him flushed red and white
When first he called me his heart’s delight.