She pressed a parting kiss,

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It seems like two,

I never knew,

So long a week as this.

My tangled hair

She smoothed with care,

With water bathed my brow,

And all with such

A gentle touch—

There's none to do so now.

I cannot play

When she's away,

There's none to laugh with me,

And much I miss

The tender kiss—

The seat upon her knee.

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When up to bed

I'm sorrowing led,

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