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FORLORN
He is fled, or he is dead,
Marriage will conceal it . . .
In the night, in the night,
While the gloom is growing.’
Marriage will conceal it . . .
In the night, in the night,
While the gloom is growing.’
iii.
Catherine, Catherine, in the night
What is this you’re dreaming?
There is laughter down in Hell
At your simple scheming . . .
In the night, in the night,
When the ghosts are fleeting.
Catherine, Catherine, in the night
What is this you’re dreaming?
There is laughter down in Hell
At your simple scheming . . .
In the night, in the night,
When the ghosts are fleeting.
iv.
You to place a hand in his
Like an honest woman’s,
You to place a hand in his
Like an honest woman’s,
