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Unto a broken heart
No other one may go
Without the high prerogative
Itself hath suffered too.
Unto a broken heart
No other one may go
Without the high prerogative
Itself hath suffered too.

I'm Nobody! Who are you?Are you – Nobody – too?
Dear March Come inHow glad I am
I'm Nobody! Who are you?Are you Nobody too?
Luck is not chanceIt's Toil
Because I could not stop for DeathHe kindly stopped for me