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I wish I knew that woman's name, / So, when she comes this way, / To hold my life, and hold my ears, / For fear I hear her say
She's 'sorry I am dead,' again, / Just when the grave and I / Have sobbed ourselves almost to sleep, -- / Our only lullaby.