human
Good-by-- Good-by, Old Year! Good-by!
gpt
Good-by-- Good-by, Old Year! Good-by!
human
Here is my hand to lean upon As long as you may need it. And one said:
gpt
Believe me true to you till I am dead. And one, whose dainty way it was to fawn About my face, with mellow fingers drawn Most soothingly o'er brow and drooping head, Sighed tremulously:
human
Till my breath is fled Know I am faithful!