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Around the year with Ella Wheeler Wilcox.Somebody's sorrow is making me weep;
I know not her name, but I echo her cry
For the dearly bought baby she longed so to keep,
The baby that rode to its long resting sleep
In the little white hearse that went rumbling by.
Little White Hearse.