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There is no gladness in the day Now you're away; Dull is the morn, the noon is dull, Once beautiful; And when the sunset fills the skies With dusking dyes, With tired eyes and tired heart I sit alone, I sigh apart, And wish for you, For only you.

Ah! darker now the night comes on Since you are gone; Sad are the stars, the moon is sad, Once wholly glad; And when the stars and moon are set, And earth lies wet, With heart's regret and soul's hard ache, I dream alone, I lie awake, And think of you, Of only you.

These, who once spake me, speak no more, Now all is o'er; Day hath forgot the language of Its hopes of love; Night, whose sweet lips were burdensome With dreams, is dumb; Far different from what used to be With grief and loss they speak to me, They speak of you, Of only you.