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| Robert Herrick |
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| Upon A Child That Died | ||||
| Here she lies, a pretty bud, Lately made of flesh and blood. Who as soon fell fast asleep As her little eyes did peep. Give her strewings, but not stir To earth that lightly covers her. |
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