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They do not know the awful tears we shed, / The tender treasures that we keep and kiss; / They could not be so still -- our quiet dead / In knowing this.
They do not know what time we turn to fill / Love's empty chalice with a cheaper bliss; / They could not be so still -- so very still / In knowing this.