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"THERE THEY BURIED HIM."
OUT among the mountains
Where the breezes blow,
Where the little blue-bells
Wave to and fro;
There I went to bury
One old self of mine,
Covered it with mole-earth
Light and fine,
And beside it planted
A wild grape vine.
Out among the mountains
Again went I,
Windy rain was flashing
Across the sky ;
I was sorely weary,
