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Where Art Thou
Death , is but tomorrow's past
And matters not thy wailing cries ;
Whether it be day or night -
Thy future died !
Why did birth upon thee breathe
And bless thee such , with sorrow ;
Wherein thus hast merriment strolled
O misery ! Where art thou ? Morrow .
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Where Art Thou
Where Art Thou
