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[XXXVII. The dying need but little, dear]
The dying need but little, dear,—
A glass of water 's all,
A flower's unobtrusive face
To punctuate the wall,
A glass of water 's all,
A flower's unobtrusive face
To punctuate the wall,
A fan, perhaps, a friend's regret,
And certainly that one
No color in the rainbow
Perceives when you are gone.
And certainly that one
No color in the rainbow
Perceives when you are gone.
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