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The last night that she lived,
It was a common night,
Except the dying; this to us
Made nature different.
We noticed smallest things, -
Things overlooked before,
By this great light upon our minds
Italicized, as 't were.
That others could exist
While she must finish quite,
A jealousy for her arose
So nearly infinite
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