The Winner Is
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XV. Three Things
`O CRUEL Death, give three things back,'
Sang a bone upon the shore;`A child found all a child can lack,
Whether of pleasure or of rest,
Upon the abundance of my breast':
A bone wave−whitened and dried in the wind.
`Three dear things that women know,
'Sang a bhone upon the shore;`
A man if I but held him so
When my body was alive Found all the pleasure that life gave':
A bone wave−whitened and dried in the wind.
`The third thing that I think of yet,
'Sang a bone upon the shore,
'Is that morning when I met
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