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Man proposes, God in His time disposes,
And so I wander’d up to where you lay,
A little rose among the little roses,
And no more dead, then they.
It seemed your childish feet were tired of straying,
You did not greet me from your flower-strewn bed,
Yet still I knew that you were only playing –
Playing at being dead.