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KEY OF A FLAT.
We shall meet, but we shall miss him; / There will be one vacant chair; / We shall linger to caress him / While we breathe our evening prayer. / When, a year ago, we gathered / Joy was in his mild blue eye; / But a golden cord is severed, / And our hopes in ruin lie.