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"Under the harvest moon, When the soft silver Drips shimmering Over the garden nights, Death, the gray mocker, Comes and whispers to you As a beautiful friend Who remembers."
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Source: Carl Sandburg (2015). “Harvest Poems: 1910-1960”, p.40, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
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