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����� � � When my grave is broke up again Some second guest to entertain (For graves have learned that woman-head To be to more than one a bed), And he that digs it spies A bracelet of bright hair about the bone, Will he not let us alone, And think that there a loving couple lies, Who thought that this device might be some way To make their souls, at the last busy day, Meet at this grave, and make a little stay? Donne, 1633 � � � |