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If I could but see the white cap, |
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And the earnest mourner worn to leanness! -- |
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My toiled heart is worn with grief! |
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If I could but see the white [lower] dress! -- |
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My heart is wounded with sadness! |
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I should be inclined to go and live with the wearer! |
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If I could but see the white knee-covers! -- |
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Sorrow is knotted in my heart! |
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I should almost feel as of one soul with the wearer! |