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| He is Not Dead by James Whitcomb Riley |
| I cannot say, and will not say That he is dead. He is just away. With a cheery smile, and a wave of the hand, He has wandered into an unknown land And left us dreaming how very fair It needs must be, since he lingers there. And you - oh, you, who the wildest yearn For an old-time step, and the glad return, Think of him as faring on, as dear In the love of There as the love of Here. Think of him as stil the same. I say, He is not dead - he is just away. |