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Tho I get home how late -- how late -- So I get home - twill compensate -- Better will be the Ecstasy That they have done expecting me -- When Night -- descending -- dumb -- and dark -- They hear my unexpected knock -- Transporting must the moment be -- Brewed from decades of Agony! To think just how the fire will burn -- Just how long-cheated eyes will turn -- To wonder what myself will say, And what itself, will say to me -- Beguiles the Centuries of way! | 
