Already I do miss you, dear;
You must think me weak.
Each day is such a long long year
When I don’t see you “speak.”

No Funny girl, no Angel comes,
To cheer me through the night,
And no “Hee-hees” in loving sums
To add to my delight.

I am at loss without you, dear,
And wonder what I’d do
If every day was a real year,
And year were without you.

O Day, go by; go by, I say!
And bring a true day here!
I long to see my lover say,
“Look, love, I reappear!”

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