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Once in the deep dark days beyond
recall,
When on the earth a mist began to fall,
Out of the dreams that rose in happy throng
Low to our hearts Love sang an old sweet song;
And in the dusk where fell the firelight gleam,
Softly it wove itself into our dreams.
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Just a song at twilight, when the
lights are low,
When the flickering shadows softly come and go,
Tho' the heart be weary, sad the day and long,
Still to us at twilight comes Love's old song,
Comes Love's old sweet song.
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Even today we hear the song of
yore,
Deep in our hearts it dwells forevermore.
Footsteps may fall, but weary grow the way,
Still we can see it at the close of day.
So till the end, when life's deep shadows fall,
Love will be found the sweetest song of all.
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Just a song at twilight, when the
lights are low,
When the flickering shadows softly come and go,
Tho' the heart be weary, sad the day and long,
Still to us at twilight comes Love's old song,
Comes Love's old sweet song.
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