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If i should die to-night and you should come to my cold corpse and say, weeping and heartsick o'er my lifeless clay- If I should die to-night, and you should come in deepest grief and woe- and say: "Here's that ten dollars that I owe," I might arise in my large white cravat and say "What's that?"
If I should die to-night and you should come to my cold corpse and kneel, clasping my bier to show the grief you feel, I say, if I should die to-night and you should come to me, and there and then just even hint at paying me that ten, I might arise the while, But I'd drop dead again. |
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