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''I'm sorry you are wiser,
I'm sorry you are taller;
I liked you better foolish
And I liked you better smaller.''
A wind rose in the night,(She had always feared it so!)Sorrow plucked at my heartAnd I could not help but go.Softly I went and stoodBy her door at the end of the hall.Dazed with grief I watchedThe candles flaring and tall.