Part 2 — HOW OFTEN
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After Longfellow
They stood on the bridge at midnight, In a park not far from the town; They stood on the bridge at midnight, Because they didn't sit down.
The moon rose o'er the city, Behind the dark church spire; The moon rose o'er the city, And kept on rising higher.
How often, oh! how often They whispered words so soft; How often, oh! how often, How often, oh! how oft.
Ben King [1857-1894]