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Just Away I cannot say, and will not say That she is dead- With a cheery smile and a wave of the hand, She has wandered into an unknown land And left us dreaming how very fair. It needs must be, Since she lingers there. So think of her faring on, As dear in love of there as the love of here; Think of her still as the love of here; Think of her still as the same, I say: She is not dead… She is just away.

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