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DEAD ! MY LOVE IS DEAD.
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I wonder when he died — was't yesternight ?
It seems a lifetime since I saw the light;
I live in twilight now — a soft, sweet calm
That stills my weeping, like a breath of balm;
It seems as though his very presence here
Distilled the burning out of every tear.
I never thought I could have lived and said,
"My love is dead, my love is dead, is dead!"
