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Rudyard Kipling - By Word of Mouth
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Not though you die to-night, O Sweet, and wail,
 A spectre at my door,
 Shall mortal Fear make Love immortal fail —
 I shall but love you more,
 Who, from Death`s House returning, give me still
 One moment`s comfort in my matchless ill.
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