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A Cry

Oh, there are eyes that he can see,

And hands to make his hands rejoice,

But to my lover I must be

Only a voice.

Oh, there are ******* to bear his head,

And lips whereon his lips can lie,

But I must be till I am dead

Only a cry.

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1884-1933 / Female / American

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