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NOW I am dead you sing to me / The songs we used to know, / But while I lived you had no wish / Or care for doing so.
Now I am dead you come to me / In the moonlight, comfortless; / Ah, what would I have given alive / To win such tenderness!
When you are dead, and stand to me / Not differenced, as now, / But like again, will you be cold / As when we lived, or how?