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He comes nearer in the moonlight
I strain to see him clearly
My heart flops and face goes white
Because I know the face
He is long lost to the whispering fog
So I know this cannot be true
And yet he is here beside the dog
He looks at me and I scream
At what I see in front of me
My brother! My brother!
May he rest in peace.