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FORLORN
Do not die with a lie in your mouth, You that know you’re dying . . .  In the night, O the night, While the grave is yawning.
xi.No—you will not die before, Tho’ you’ll ne’er be stronger;You will live till that is born, Then a little longer . . .  In the night, O the night, While the Fiend is prowling.
xii.Death and marriage, Death and marriage! Funeral hearses rolling!
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