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If you find my shadow, O bring it straight to me!

A shadowless King is compelled to be gloomy;

I sit in the sun and I sob in my sorrow

And wonder if I'll have a shadow to-morrow.

I've lost my shadow;

My heart is sad, O!

I would be glad, O!

If I but had, O!

My shadow.

I look in the corners, I hunt through my palace;

I grieve that my shadow was stolen through malice—

Just think, if you please, of a life sad and hollow!

When I take a walk there's no shadow to follow.

I've lost my shadow;

It is too bad, O!

It makes me mad, O!

To think I had, O!

My shadow.

My shadow was ever a thing of great beauty;

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