The
Death Bed
by Thomas Hood
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| 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 quiet eyelids closed―she had |
Another morn than ours.
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