And when you've gone
Whose laugh will I hear
As ripples of flesh
Role down and up again
Whose baleful eyes will hold mine
While tales of woe are told?
And whose baby girl will I behold
And smile at the baleful likeness?
For both are gone
And the hole left behind
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