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i Oh, lovely appearance of death, What sight upon earth is so fair? Not all the gay pageants that breathe Can with a dead body compare. In solemn delight I survey A corpse when the spirit is fled, In love with the beautiful clay, And longing to lie in its stead.
2 Its languishing pain is at rest, Its aching and aching are o'er 5 The quiet immovable breast Is pained by affliction no more. The heart it no longer receives Of trouble and torturing pain 5 It ceases to flutter and beat, It never shall flutter again. |
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