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It shall be My good will to bring her home
Her dear heart stricken by my sland'rous breath,
Wherefore the Gods forbade that I should know
Men pass my grave, and say, "'Twere well to sleep,
Like such an one, amid the uncaring dead!"
How should they know the vigils that I keep,
Upon the grave, I count with lifeless breath,
Each night, each year, the flowers that bloom and die,
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