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[12] Child of my vain hopes, did I see your eyes fading in death and your breath take its last flight? Had I the heart to receive your fleeting spirit,1 as I embraced your cold pale body, and to live on breathing the common air. Justly do I endure the agony that now is mine, and the thoughts that torment me.

1 It was customary for the next-of-kin to receive in the mouth the last breath of the dying to continue the existence of the spirit.

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