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DYING
There was a dawn when it befellMy loved one drooped to die;
Parting was by—O strange to tell!—
Parting was close, and there was no farewell.
But the grey face forlorn
Slowly took on the sober shades of dawn,
And the slow breath
Heaved solitary from the airless coasts of Death.
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