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 HEY dressed us up in black,
 * Susan and Tom and me —

And, walking through the fields
 * All beautiful to see,

With branches high in the air
 * And daisy and buttercup,

We heard the lark in the clouds —
 * In black dressed up.

They took us to the graves,
 * Susan and Tom and me,

Where the long grasses grow
 * And the funeral tree:

We stood and watched; and the wind
 * Came softly out of the sky

And blew in Susan's hair,
 * As I stood close by.

Back through the fields we came,
 * Tom and Susan and me,

And we sat in the nursery together,
 * And had our tea.

And, looking out of the window,
 * I heard the thrushes sing;

But Tom fell asleep in his chair.
 * He was so tired, poor thing.