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The End

Wind bit at the old shanty's cracks
And pierced the hearts of those inside.
Pneumonia robbed her of her health,
But their love could not be denied.

She coughed again; he held her hand.
Her eyes portrayed her agony.
Her mind had wandered to the dream
Of the day when she would breathe free.

The night was cold; she'd neared the end
Of her bleak earthly residence.
He was to face the only loss
Where nothing could give recompence.

The shutters banged; the cold wind howled.
Death's carriage took her on her way.
An end has come to earthly trials
For Helen Reed has passed today.

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