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[The man was perishing apace]
The man was perishing apace
Who played the tambourine:
The seal of death was on his face—
'Twas pallid, for 'twas clean.
Who played the tambourine:
The seal of death was on his face—
'Twas pallid, for 'twas clean.
“This is the end,” the sick man said
In faint and failing tones.
A moment later he was dead,
And Tambourine was Bones.
In faint and failing tones.
A moment later he was dead,
And Tambourine was Bones.
Tinley Roquot.
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