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Ambrose Bierce - Another Way
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I lay in silence, dead. A woman came
  And laid a rose upon my breast, and said,
"May God be merciful." She spoke my name,
  And added, "It is strange to think him dead.

"He loved me well enough, but `t was his way
  To speak it lightly." Then, beneath her breath:
"Besides" —I knew what further she would say,
  But then a footfall broke my dream of death.

To-day the words are mine. I lay the rose
  Upon her breast, and speak her name, and deem
It strange indeed that she is dead. God knows
  I had more pleasure in the other dream.
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