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In Warsaw in Poland
 Half the world away,
The one I love best of all
 Thought of me to-day;

I know, for I went
 Winged as a bird,
In the wide flowing wind
 His own voice I heard;

His arms were round me
 In a ferny place,
I looked in the pool
 And there was his face —

But now it is night
 And the cold stars say:
“Warsaw in Poland
 Is half the world away.”