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Passing.
I did not know you were really dead
or, could not bring myself to believe
till I saw that chap, baring his head,
bowing you past, and me, leave to grieve.
or, could not bring myself to believe
till I saw that chap, baring his head,
bowing you past, and me, leave to grieve.
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