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SAM

Calling me, 'Sam!' — quietlike — 'Sam!' . . .
But me ... I never went,
Making believe I kind of thought
'Twas some one felse she meant . . .
Wonderful lovely there she sat,
Singing the night away,
All in the solitudinous sea
Of that there lonely bay.

"P'raps," and he'd smooth his hairless mouth,
"P'raps, if 'twere now, my son.
P'raps, if I heard a voice say, 'Sam!' . . .
Morning would find me gone."

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