Phantom Of The Past
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Mihaela Pirjol
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So...you knock at my heart's door
Now, when I rarely think of you;
Abandoned is my dream at shore:
Time and tide had wash it through.
O! Do not tease again in mockery;
I have learned so very well these years:
There is no place for infelicity,
And dried are all my tears!
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