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Somewhere, in desolate wind-swept space,

In Twilight-land, in no-man's land,

Two hurrying shapes met face to face

And bade each other stand.

"And who are you?" cried one agape

Shuddering in the gloaming light.

"I know not," said the second shape,

"I only died last night."

THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH.