Whatever you may be,

Till one and all, through Life and Death,

Pass to Eternity....

 

 

 

 

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To Raoul BouchardToC

ToC

 

Dear were your kisses, baby boy,

Your weight upon my arm:

Gay were your tuneful cries of joy

As I danced you round the farm:

And sweet your softness when we lay

Laughing and cooing in the hay.

The summer sun will shine again,

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