This Sunday (a day early), a haunting Magpie from LC

Little Julia

By Lemuel Crouse

Your day of birth

Falls close to mine,

And so I feel

The intertwining:

Children of a frosty morn

Are we, little Julia,

Though many earthly years

And all eternity

Separate us now.

Too fast you fell

From womb to grave,

No one to save you,

This we also share.

One last cold thing

 I need to say

Before I fly:

Julia, dear, you died...

So, too, did I.

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