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The coffins of lead were lying sound asleep,
And the lead flowers and the funeral clothes - I stood alone in the vault ... and there was wind ... And the wreaths of lead creaked. Upturned my lead beloved lay asleep On the lead flower ... and I began to call - I stood alone by the corpse ... and it was cold ... And the wings of lead drooped.
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