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It was not dying: everybody died
It was not dying: we had died before In the routine crashes— and our fields Called up the papers, wrote home to our folks,
And the rates rose, all because of us
We died on the wrong page of the almanac,

Youth is leaving me; but
By new courage it's replaced ;
And my bold arm circles
Many a young and slender waist