 | Lyrics by John B Tabb |  |
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THE GOSSIP.
So near me dwells my neighbor DeathThat e'en what Silence pondereth
He catches word for word,
And promises, some future day,
To visit me upon his way,
And tell what he has heard.
| Lyrics by John B Tabb | |
That e'en what Silence pondereth
He catches word for word,
And promises, some future day,
To visit me upon his way,
And tell what he has heard.