  “Good-bye, my friend!” He takes her hand— The pressures blend: They understand But vaguely why, with drooping eye, Each moans—“Good-bye!—Good-bye!” “Dear friend, good-bye!” O she could smile If she might cry A little while!— She says, “I ought to smile—but I— Forgive me—There!—Good-bye!” “‘Good-bye?’ Ah, no: I hate,” says he, “These ‘good-byes’ so!” “And I,” says she, “Detest them so—why, I should die |
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