To a Dead Friend

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To a Dead Friend

The moon still sends its mellow light

Through the purple blackness of the night;

The morning star is palely bright

Before the dawn.

The sun still shines just as before;

The rose still grows beside my door,

But you have gone.

The sky is blue and the robin sings;

The butterflies dance on rainbow wings

Though I am sad.

In all the earth no joy can be;

Happiness comes no more to me,

For you are dead.