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 "Because a word was never told, I'm going as a worn toy goes. And you are dead; and you'll be old; And I forgive you, I suppose.

"I'll soon be changing as all do, To something we have always been; And you'll be old... He liked you, too. I might have killed you then, Eileen.

"I think he liked as much of you As had a reason to be seen,— As much as God made black and blue. He liked your hair and eyes, Eileen."