what lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
i have forgotten, and what arms have lain
under my head till morning; but the rain
is full of ghosts to-night, that tap and sigh
upon the glass and listen for reply;
and in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
for unremembered lads
2T R8CHL


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