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A throe upon the features—
A hurry in the breath—
An ecstasy of parting
Denominated “Death”—
An anguish at the mention
Which when to patience grown,
I’ve known permission given
To rejoin its own.
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A throe upon the features—
A hurry in the breath—
An ecstasy of parting
Denominated “Death”—
An anguish at the mention
Which when to patience grown,
I’ve known permission given
To rejoin its own.
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