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DEAD.
I heard a sorrowful woman say,“Come in and look at our child!”
I saw an Angel at shut of day,
And it never spoke—but smiled!
I think of it in the city's streets,
I dream of it when I rest—
The violet eyes, the waxen hands,
And the one white rose on the breast!
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