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1842–1904

EUTHANASIA

Arthur Macy

Oh, drop your eyelids down, my lady; Oh, drop your eyelids down. ‘ Twere well to keep your bright eyes shady For pity of the town!

But should there any glances be, I pray you give them all to me; For though my life be lost thereby, It were the sweetest death to die!

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