MY father`s friend came once to tea. He laughed and talked. He spoke to me. But in another week they said That friendly pink-faced man was dead. ` How sad . .` they said, `the best of men . .` So I said too, `How sad `; but then Deep in my heart I thought with pride, `I know a person who has died.`SourceThe script ran 0 seconds.
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