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at Rest.

And she’d go there nights
Into her daughter’s room
With the bright
Moonlight

Pointing out
The little bed
Where a few
Months before

Her small girl
Lay dead
And even now
If she watched

In a still silence
And held her breath
She could see
The ghostly image

Of her daughter
Sleeping in death’s
Cold arms
At rest.

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