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Will it be thus when the strange sleep of death
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Is life a dream, and death a sleep, and love
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No: I shall pass into the Morning Land
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I shall behold it: I shall see the utter
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And you may see me, if you pass this way
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Sometimes there comes a friendly visitant
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To My Wife
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Kate Temple's Song
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