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When I think that you have parted
Black shadow that overshades me
Prowling around my bed to taunt me
You return making fun of me.
When I fancy that you've gone
From the very sun you taunt me
And you are the star that shines
And you are the wind that moans.
If there's singing, it's you who sings
If there's weeping, it's you who weeps
And you are the river's rumour
And you are the night and you are the dawn.
Everywhere you are in everything
For and within me you live
Nor will you ever leave me
Shadow that always overshades me.
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