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Love, if I weep it will not matter,

And if you laugh I shall not care;

Foolish am I to think about it,

But it is good to feel you there.

Love, in my sleep I dreamed of waking,

White and awful the moonlight reached

Over the floor, and somewhere, somewhere

There was a shutter loose- it screeched!

Swung in the wind- and no wind blowing-

I was afraid and turned to you,

Put out my hand to you for comfort-

And you were gone! Cold as the dew,

Under my hand the moonlight lay!

Love, if you laugh I shall not care,

But if I weep it will not matter-

Ah, it is good to feel you there.

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