In the gloaming, Oh my darling

In the gloaming, Oh my darling!
When the lights are dim and low,
And the quiet shadows falling,
Softly come and softly go,
When the winds are sobbing faintly
With a gentle unknown woe,
Will you think of me and love me
As you did once long ago?
It was best to leave you thus,
Best for you and best for me.

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