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And, dear Bertha, let me keep On my hand this little ring, Which at nights, when others sleep, I can still see glittering! Let me wear it out of sight, In the grave,--where it will light All the dark up, day and night.
And, dear Bertha, let me keep On my hand this little ring, Which at nights, when others sleep, I can still see glittering! Let me wear it out of sight, In the grave,--where it will light All the dark up, day and night.