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With her last words said
And my last deeds done, I lay her head upon the down And bowed my own. Her last thready breath brought not a moan; So many spent So long passing all alone. Her last words?: "Help me, help me." My last deeds?: A pillow case for satin shroud, The Ode to Joy for parting knell, Candles burning off her light. For me? The Question Mark we all know well.
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