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Gone

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Mournfully, mournfully         All around me are crying,     For my dark-eyed baby boy         Is dying, dying     Tenderly, tenderly         To him I am clinging,     But he slips from my fond arms,         Death bells are ringing     Joyfully, joyfully         Angels are receiving     My babe--by the empty cot         I must sit grieving.

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