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Bury her at even
That the stars may shine
Soon above her,
And the dews of twilight cover:
Bury her at even
Ye that love her.

Bury her at even
In the wind's decline;
Night receive her
Where no noise can ever grieve her!
Bury her at even,
And then leave her!
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