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The Death Bed

 We watch'd her breathing thro' the night,
Her breathing soft and low,
As in her breast the wave of life
Kept heaving to and fro.
But when the morn came dim and sad And chill with early showers, Her queit eyelids closed - she had Another morn than ours.

Poem by Thomas Hood
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