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BEREFT
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Sometimes—But have the dead then no regrets?—
Ah, me! I think, though she hath so bereft me,
My loved one cannot be where she forgets
How lonely she hath left me!
Sometimes—But have the dead then no regrets?—
Ah, me! I think, though she hath so bereft me,
My loved one cannot be where she forgets
How lonely she hath left me!