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MARK TWAIN is dead! No, no, that cannot be,
Say rather Clemens knows life’s mystery,
Say rather Clemens has been called above,
But Twain still lives for all the world to love.

Mark Twain is dead! ‘T is false, I’ll not believe,
For Clemens only will I pause to grieve,
But Twain still lives, ‘t is Clemens passes by,
Mark Twain, Mark Twain was never born to die.

The hand that held the pen is nerveless now,
The chill of death rests coldly on his brow,
The voice that made us laugh will speak no more,
But Twain still lives to cheer us as before.

‘T is Clemens who has torn the veil aside,
Who knows what is beyond the great divide,
‘T is Clemens who is gone, who leaves behind
Mark Twain to cheer and comfort humankind.

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