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WITH MY CIGAR, by            
First Line: With my cigar I sit alone
Last Line: With my cigar!
Subject(s): Smoking; Tobacco; Pipes; Cigars; Cigarettes

WITH my cigar I sit alone,
Alone in twilight's undertone,
With wav'ring shadows growing deep,
While long-forgotten faces peep
Midst curling mists of smoke, now blown
Into a frame that doth enthrone
A face that from my heart hath grown.
Sweet mem'ries o'er my being creep,
With my cigar.

Those hazel eyes on me have shone,
Those roguish lips have pressed my own,
And this the harvest that I reap!
And this the sweetness that I keep,
To wake, to find the vision flown
With my cigar!

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