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he was here alive, Eileen, There was a word you might have said; So never mind what I have been, Or anything,—for you are dead. "And after this when I am there Where he is, you'll be dying still. Your eyes are dead, and your black hair,— The rest of you be what it will. "'Twas all to save him? Never mind, Eileen. You saved him. You are strong. I'd hardly wonder if your kind Paid everything, for you live long.