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Rh I wonder when he died — was't yesternight ? It seems a lifetime since I saw the light; I live in twilight now — a soft, sweet calm That stills my weeping, like a breath of balm; It seems as though his very presence here Distilled the burning out of every tear. I never thought I could have lived and said, "My love is dead, my love is dead, is dead!"