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Grief
by:
Edwin Curran
(1892-????)
My lover is now gone,
But what shakes me with dread
Is not to see her grave,
But to know love is dead.
It is not her dead ashes
That chill me to the bone,
But to know at her mound
I am cold as a stone.
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