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They walk here with us, hand-in-hand; / We gossip, knee-by-knee; / They tell us all that they have planned -- / Of all their joys to be, -- / And, laughing, leave us: And, to-day, / All desolate we cry / Across wide waves of voiceless graves -- / Good-by! Good-by! Good-by!