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Then let them point my every tear,
  And let them mock and moan;
Another week, another year,
  And I'll be with my own

Who slumber now by night and day
  In fields of level brown;
Whose hearts within their breasts were clay
  Before they laid them down.

Added: 25 Nov 2001 | Last Read: 25 May 2012 7:57 AM | Viewed: 3807 times

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