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James Whitcomb Riley - Our Own
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They walk here with us, hand-in-hand;
  We gossip, knee-by-knee;
They tell us all that they have planned--
  Of all their joys to be,--
And, laughing, leave us: And, to-day,
  All desolate we cry
Across wide waves of voiceless graves--
  Good-by! Good-by! Good-by!
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