  The sun is flooding all the land and sky, The waves are dancing o’er the deep blue sea; The world is gay and yet, they say, not I— Since absence makes a gulf ’tween you and me. When you were here the clouds were in the sky, The rain-drops fell, the sun was hid from view; The world was dull and yet, they say, not I— For my gay world is centred, love, in you. When you are near no matter what the sky, No matter what the sea nor what the weather; The world is gay and so, my love, am I— The days are fairest when we are together. |
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