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The Fatal Errand.
My mother bade me go. I went:
But beat my heart, ere I returned,
A rat-tat-tan, and what it meant
Too soon I to my sorrow learned.
But beat my heart, ere I returned,
A rat-tat-tan, and what it meant
Too soon I to my sorrow learned.
Her errand to the youth I ran;
But had she me some other bade,
I had not felt that rat-tat-tan,
Nor wept to think I ever had.
But had she me some other bade,
I had not felt that rat-tat-tan,
Nor wept to think I ever had.
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