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OUR WILLIE DEAR IS DYING |
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2 His blooming cheeks have faded, love,
The light has left his brow; His eyes are dim'd and shaded, love,
Yon would not know him now.. And when the fever rages,
With a sad and restless moan, His feeble voice then warns us
There is death within that tone. |
3 No grief that e'er befell me, love,
Could cause this heart such pain; Though neighbors kindly tell me, love,
He may get well again. But a mother's heart is watchful.
All the life has left his eyes;— Oh, come to-night and weep with me,
Before our darling dies. |
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