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Nightfall
 

We will never walk again
  As we used to walk at night,
Watching our shadows lengthen
  Under the gold street-light
  When the snow was new and white.

We will never walk again
  Slowly, we two,
In spring when the park is sweet
  With midnight and with dew,
  And the passers-by are few.

I sit and think of it all,
  And the blue June twilight dies, --
Down in the clanging square
  A street-piano cries
  And stars come out in the skies.