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57 Mariana Mariana I was moved to hot tears When I saw her lie so still In her snow-white garments Many there were, men and women Young and old, tearful folk Sitting around still little Mariana Her mother sat on the bare floor Pouring tears most abundantly And she poured forth such poetry Then the coffin was swung in A smart small coffin for little Mariana Who lay un-redeemably so still You thought she felt proud to go As she looked neat and stiff and proud Proud she had so irreparably gone They picked up little Mariana And they put her in her small thing Her mother gesticulating like mad She walked loudly and painfully She spoke such pitiful words Nobody could hold back tears Tears were shed for the little Mariana As she lay so still and beautiful So sweetly beautiful in death Fombin P.F. ...

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