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I
felt
so
lonesome
I
most
wished
I
was
dead.
The
stars
were
shining,
and
the
leaves
rustled
in
the
woods
ever
so
mournful;
and
I
heard
an
owl,
away
off,
who-whooing
about
somebody
that
was
dead,
and
a
whippowill
and
a
dog
crying
about
somebody
that
was
going
to
die.
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